Returning to the ship has taken some readjusting on her part, and not just because she'd grown accustomed to existing in a weirdly domestic bubble with Din and the kid. That had been easier because she had known it was temporary, that once they returned to the ship things would be back to normal. Relatively speaking. They were still pulled from their own universes with no known way to return home, and that fact never quite stopped nagging at her.
Between that and a few other heavier topics, Rogue has found herself unable to sleep, even with the added warmth provided to their apartment. Since it's late (or early), she doesn't suspect that Cobb will be awake or bothered by her moving her insomnia to the common space, where she's taken up residence on the couch. Her knees are folded and tucked under the front of her t-shirt, her forearms resting on the shelf they create as she clasps a glass of amber liquid in both hands.
From afar, her attention seems to be off in space. Upon closer inspection, however, it's evident that she's looking at (or more accurately, through) an object on a nearby table. It's a necklace from Sarano, both stunning and simple in design, and she's too distracted by the emotional heft of it to notice any company joining her. She is, at least, wearing gloves out of habit.
Cobb has a strange sleeping cycle he's still trying to work around. Being the Marshal, even in a quiet town, included him being up early and asleep late. Being on the other planet didn't help regulate him either, so he has his insomnia moments too. He is coming out to get water (he's more aware of how parched he always is now that it's readily available) and he's startled to see her there. He never stopped being paranoid when it comes to walking into rooms, so he zeroes in on her fast.
Even in the heat of their place he's still dressed, although he's got sweatpants and a t-shirt that's so much simpler than what he's used to. He studies her and is curious, since she seems lost in her thoughts. Cobb moves extremely quietly, from those paranoid years of always being in danger, so he makes sure to clear his throat very distinctly before walking her way. "Fancy meetin' you here, darlin'." Cobb's always been a solitary person but it made sense to him to bring up her moving into the other bedroom there, having not loved being in group housing before this place got free.
His silver hair is tousled from sleep and he's wearing no socks, settling onto the couch close but not too close. He doesn't have his gloves; it isn't instinctive thinking to him yet. He glances toward the necklace she's fixed on. "That's a nice necklace. Something to remember the Sarano by?"
She appreciates him clearing his throat to announce his arrival, even though she does startle slightly because of the noise. No liquor spills and she merely swivels her head sharply, her mess of curly hair haphazardly pulled into a bun that's on the losing battle of containing the majority of her mop. Her gaze slides over his comfortable attire, noting the places where skin's bare out of habit.
He receives an apologetic smile. "Sorry if ah woke you." Though she doesn't think she was being particularly noisy or anything. The spell of the necklace broken, Rogue remembers to take a sip of her not so hydrating drink as she watches him join her on the couch with a touch of longing, a conflicted sadness in her gaze before she shifts it back to the necklace. Part of her wants to move closer, spoiled recently with apparently too much physical contact.
His question receives a rough exhale of a laugh, more of a scoff. Her feelings on the item remain complicated. "Somethin' like that. It's from the weddin'..." She trails off, avoiding his gaze by again staring into the jewelry. "The more ah look at it, the more ah see a collar. It dampens mah powers." It's left unsaid why it was a wedding gift, but she feels it's a fairly easy conclusion to draw.
Cobb's tall and thin frame is even more pronounced when he's dressed down like this, scrawny as can be although he's got lean muscular tone in his arms and legs, from a life of fighting and scrapping. But he doesn't have any bulk to him; no one does on Tatooine, outside of the rich or the people who serve the rich. "You didn't," he assures her. "Haven't figured out my sleeping schedule yet here." It's all over the place currently, and maybe he'll always be a sporadic sleeper, as long as it's something he adjusts to.
His eyebrows go straight up at that little bit of information, glancing at the necklace. He doesn't really get how that's possible, but to be fair, he doesn't know how her powers work either. The supernatural is not part of his world, he isn't a Jedi or Jedi-adjacent. He's not so sure he likes that she was wearing this on a wedding night if she's acting so uncomfortable about it now. That seems like something that should be a good memory, not a complicated one.
Cobb can tell something's troubling her so he sits closer, also keeping an eye out for the open patches of skin, so the safest bet is touching her hair. It's mostly up but there's some strands free and he just pats the top of her head as comfortingly as he can. Not that she's acting like she needs it, but maybe she is. He has very good instincts about people. "I'm a former slave, Rogue, I've got a complicated relationship with collars myself."
He's not sure if she means it the same way, but that sort of strange dread from just a simple object at least is familiar. Cobb doesn't often speak clearly about his time as a slave, for a few reasons, but everything about himself comes from that central start. Like most people. "We could toss it out the airlock, if that'd help."
It's not a bad look, even if she's used to bulkier framed men (and women if she's being honest). "Good luck," she offers empathically, "Sleep schedules are impossible to manage in space. There's no sun." And the substitutes that technology can provide don't always work, particularly on those who already have difficulty sleeping. Had she been in a flirty mood, Rogue probably would have offered to help him in his sleep efforts.
Instead, the younger woman continues searching the inanimate object for answers that can only come from herself, taking another sip of her drink. As he moves nearer to her, the hand closest to him slides from the glass and reaches over to brush against the edge of his thigh. It's not suggestive, just a subconscious effort to seek out more tactile comfort. She's already leaning into his touch to her hair, turning towards him when he speaks.
He understands, more than most would, and as much as a normal human without powers could relate. Her gaze searches his for a few moments before dropping slightly.
His suggestion, however, earns a quick, probably too sharp response, her head shaking as she finds his eyes again. A frown deepens over her features. "No. We might need to use it." It's the ugly truth. "In case ah lose control, or ah'm not mahself with mah abilities." Given how dangerous she is and how something already has caused her to lose her faculties.
But there's more to it than that. "Ah've never really had control of mah touch, not really. It's always been someone or somethin' else, an' even when it was mah choice, it always felt like cheatin'." Her voice gives away her increasing agitation as she continues. "Not to mention mutants are hunted, collared, an' caged by those who wish to control an' experiment on us."
She doesn't regret using the collar to indulge on Sarano, but it's clearly come with a heavy tax.
The lack of sun is probably what's really throwing him. Or suns, in the case of Tatooine. It's a bright place, between the sun, the heat, and the sand. "Well that explains it," Cobb says, finally putting it together thanks to her insight. Being on Sarano gave him sunlight again at least, so adjusting back to space again is a process. He drops his hand from her hair to touch her back instead, where the t-shirt is helpfully covering so it's safe. He runs his fingers up and down the fabric, continuing to try and be comforting.
Cobb listens to her, concerned with the pain he can see there and the struggle she's going through. "Darlin', look at me." He searches for those beautiful green eyes of hers. "Do you trust me? Or do you got someone here you might trust?" Honestly he hopes it's him, so he can have some kind of control over what the problem is here, but he won't have a problem if it isn't. The important part is her feeling safe. "Cause you can give it to me, and I'll stash it somewhere secret in case of that emergency situation, and you don't got to think about it again." The only reason it would be secret is if she knows where it is she can get rid of it, if something bad did happen. It seems logical that someone she trusts can handle that part.
"It's okay not to want somethin' if it comes with strings. Maybe you can touch people, but if it comes at a cost that hurts you, it ain't worth it." Cobb reaches out to take her gloved hand, lifting it to his mouth to kiss the knuckles sweetly. Sure, he'd love to be able to kiss her for real, he'd love to feel her skin on his, but he's the last person to approve of shackles coming with sex.
Rogue can't imagine how having two suns versus two would affect a planet, but it's something that she's liable to find interesting, especially coming from him. And while she doesn't add anything more to the topic of space and sleep, his touch earns a soft noise from her as she sighs, relaxing a bit further.
Her eyes find his at the request, struck by the level of concern she finds in his searching gaze. At his questions, she nods. "Ah trust you," she clarifies softly. She also trusts Din, but she doesn't want to involve him in this, not when he might take on a burden of guilt. When Cobb continues, Rogue's only more certain that she made the correct choice. No need to put the child in her hypothetical cross hairs. The hand not on the glass reaches up to trace along the scruffy jawline as she nods to his solution, the short length of time it takes her to decide that surprising even her.
Even so, she feels the weight of guilt return with their proximity, with the unspoken fact that she's no longer willing to suffer those strings to be with him, but then he takes that guilt and her breath away in one fell swoop. She's almost dizzy from it, both his words and his actions taking her by surprise even if they really shouldn't. There's no need to touch him to know that Cobb's a good man who takes care of people.
Reaching away while keeping his gaze, she sets her glass on the table before stretching her legs carefully out of her shirt tent. Unlike him, she's not wearing any pants. In a series of fluid motions, she shifts to not only face him, but swings her leg over his hip, using a bit of flight to smoothly mind the exposed skin. She probably shouldn't be tempting fate, but she half settles on his lap as though that's more modest, free hand gently resting on his chest.
"Not wantin' ain't the issue sugah," she murmurs, voice emotional (and accent thicker for it) from how he's handling all this, handling her and her mess. Her attraction to him only grows. "You're bein' real amazin' 'bout this."
Cobb'll stash it away safe and sound until it's needed. "And if you want it back all you gotta do is ask." The point of this is that the power is in her hands. The necklace doesn't have power unless it's given power. She can choose to leave it in his hands for awhile or if she wants it for her own reasons, it'll be that simple. He's a trustworthy person. His muddied past reads into everything he is, everything he's chosen to be instead of what road he could've gone down. The important part to him right now is to look after her.
He didn't expect her to have so much exposed skin but she's real experienced at this so he stays still and lets her situate herself on his lap. If he wasn't as careful as he is, that whole position would be damned suggestive, but he's an adult and able to get that under control. She isn't trying to seduce him. That's not what this is about for them. He puts an arm around her, safely since she's wearing her t-shirt. His hand keeps moving up and down her back since she seemed to like that from before. If it's soothing it's worth it.
His hand lifts to put it over her gloved one on his chest, not a usual situation for them, being so intimately close. Cobb smiles up at her, his dark eyes soft. "You're my friend. Whatever else is happenin' between us, it don't matter more than that." Sex isn't worth her discomfort and it's definitely not worth ruining this bond. He's gone a long while without it at this point and it hasn't killed him. Friendship's just as good. Still, she smells so good, she looks so good. He's not sure it'll ever be possible for him to stop wanting her. She isn't asking him to though.
"Pretty sure it's bare basic decency to support someone not wantin' to be uncomfortable when bein' intimate." Of course some people might not be as understanding, but he's of the 'screw them' then mentality.
It's as if a huge weight has been dragged from her shoulders, and it's evident that she appreciates his solution. While she's acclimated to the support of a team back home, there are some things that she still tries to manage herself. Issues with her mutation tops that short list. "Thank you." It's all she can really say. This is above and beyond what she expects from a new friend.
He might not be wearing socks or gloves, but he's wearing a pants and a shirt, so as long as he minds his hands, the risk remains minimal. The marshal's been extremely careful and respectful thus far, so Rogue trusts him to handle this shift just fine. Though, even though the intentions aren't sexual, she can't help but shiver lightly at the warmth of his hand trailing along her back now that she's in this position. It's ignored well enough, that other warmth his touch causes.
With his words, she finds herself settling more of her weight down against him, adjusting not to add friction or tease, but to find genuine comfort so she could lean in closer to him. "Whatever else?" She can't help but crack a soft smile. "Ah'd make a dragon joke, but that feels like temptin' fate."
That and she doesn't quite know how to respond to that last bit. He's right, and it sounds so obvious when he states it out loud. But she feels conflicted, wanting more than ever now to translate how she's feeling into something more physical, like a kiss. It doesn't help that her recent indulgences have reminded her exactly what she's missing.
[It takes her a moment to piece together what has happened, and even then, the thought of old texts from home getting sent out on a whim has her uneasy.]
Would you believe he used super glue?
Because he used super glue.
That was a text I sent someone back home after they sent me the weirdest dick pics I've ever seen.
It has thus far been a relatively normal day. The mutant woke up early and got in some training before snaking food from the mess area to eat in the oxygen gardens where she could pretend that she wasn't stuck on a ship in an unidentified universe with no way back to her own place and time. And then she returned to her shared apartment for a long, hot shower.
Her hair's mostly dry by the time she finishes that last couple of chapters from the book she borrowed from Cobb, standing up to return it to him while she remembered. She's not quite taken to wearing leggings in their shared spaces since whether by stylistic preference or choice the cowboy rarely bares much skin himself, and so she indulges in less clothes than usual when she can. Today it's a comfortable, if not a bit over-sized, long-sleeved shirt from Sarano, one of her own that she stole to sleep in more safely.
She's not even two steps out of her room when she's hit with a wall of lust that has her reaching out to steady herself on the door frame, her gaze immediately searching out and finding Cobb's. No empathy bond is necessary to read her, not that he often needs that link to have her figured. And a moment later she's purposefully striding across the common area, setting the book down on some convenient surface, and then climbs slowly into his lap, drawing it out with her thighs brushing against his legs before she settles her weight on him with a grin.
"You looked lonely," she points out, and before Rogue can stop herself, she frames his face with fingertips along his beard then full hands against the scruffy swath of it, pulling him into a languid, savoring kiss with a noise that's part groan and part growl.
God she's needed the feel and taste of him like she needed air. So, without any consequence whatsoever, the younger woman allows herself to willingly drown. Lucky for both of them her mutation seems to have been nulled by the weird magic happening on the ship.
Cobb spent his morning in the mess hall either chatting with others or reading one of his books. It's funny since he was never much of a reader before, but that's due to lack of options and resources. He didn't expect it but so far it's been a nice way to pass the time. He smiles to her when she comes back to their apartment, settled in the common space with some caf and one of the other books he told her she could borrow later. It's all very domestic and nice and it's been feeding a good part of his heart lately. It feels good, settling into the ship.
He's wearing gloves as he always is in case he wants to touch her, but he glances up when she seems to steady herself on the door frame. Trust Cobb to notice when a small gesture like that is made, but she seems just fine after that. Oh she's stalking to him like some kind of feline and that's definitely gotten his full attention, smiling as he welcomes her onto his lap. It's never unwelcome to get a lapful of Rogue and he chuckles, not quite hit with the aphro yet. Instead it's just plain old desire for her.
"Well," he starts to reply on a laugh, about to continue and then something happens he honestly didn't expect ever would. She kisses him. Cobb's shocked; he's longed for this, dreamed of this, for some time but it was always this fantasy. Not a reality. He doesn't know what to expect when it comes to her powers but nothing happens and so he stops thinking altogether. He moans and dives his hand into her thick hair, holding her head so she can't get away from this kiss.
When they need air he gets only a gasp of it before he's leaning back up and claiming her lips again, the lust so immediate that nothing else really exists. Cobb has no idea why nothing is happening but he moves his hands from her to frantically pull off his gloves, knowing that much. If they're kissing, he can finally put his hands on her body, diving them under her shirt immediately to trail up and down her smooth back. God she feels good. Her skin is addictively soft.
His head drops back when he's fairly sure he might pass out of oxygen deprivation, looking up at her. His head is spinning and it's good he's sitting in this moment, and he's feeling out of sorts.
"Rogue, how....?" Should he even question it? Shouldn't he just let his head drop down to kiss her neck while it's there and free to him? He does that and it's soft.
She will never tire of what it feels like to kiss without any barrier, to feel the texture and taste of him, the softness of his lips paired with the slightly rough tickle of his whiskers. It's why she still tended to steal kisses when she could, even when robbing others of powers and life force. To be able to kiss without that flood of emotions and memories? It's downright intoxicating. It's one of the reasons she'd found giving up the necklace so difficult. She kisses him like she wants to consume and savor him at the same time, pressing into him while dragging it out as long as she could. Who needed to breathe, anyway?
Her on hands don't stay still either, tracing over his jaw and following his facial hair into the longer snowy locks, moaning softly at the feel of that too. Before now she could only carefully touch ends of locks, but now she can card her fingers without abandon, and grip it to also keep him close. Anything to keep him near.
She finds herself shuddering with the heat of his hands pressing against more skin, trailing along her spine sending fire over the whole of her that pools between her thighs. All the while, Rogue tries to memorize the texture of his hands, the callouses and the proper heat of him. Rocking against him, she adjusts herself so that she's adding friction against herself as well. As much as she wants to slow down and eat him up nice and languid, there's a boiling sense of desire in her that wants more of him.
"Ah," she breathes, brow furrowing as she tilts her head to the side to offer him more room to maneuver, more skin to taste finally. "Don't know." And she's momentarily worried, but it's a drop in the ocean of other, more pressing and enjoyable feelings. Hands trail down him to find the hem of his shirt to start tugging that up and over his head. "But it means you're overdressed."
Cobb's always liked kissing too, and he wasn't even aware of how much until he couldn't kiss her. While they've done a great job at enjoying each other, he knows this is something they both wanted, and it's clear by how they're practically joined at the mouth, breathing each other's air. He's greedy and wants to be consumed by her, doesn't care if they're going to burn right up and into flame. This is honestly what he always expected would happen if they got to touch. A one-way ticket to losing their heads, even if he's faintly aware this energy between them is more than just them.
She doesn't have to ask him twice, immediately lifting his arms so she can take his shirt off his skinny frame. He wants her fingers all over his chest, his back, he's going to memorize it. Cobb's not sure he actually cares now that they're already in the middle of it. That's a problem for future them. He grips her ass and groans just from having the ability to do that, to dig his fingers into her perfect ass and pull her forward, grinding up at the same time he grinds her down. It's so perfect he could pass out from it.
Cobb lifts her off his lap and onto the table nearby, knocking anything on it off with a sweep of his hand. He doesn't think they can make it to the bed in this state. Cobb gets right to his knees in front of her, hurriedly sliding off her underwear and tossing it away. He's being forward but he doesn't think she'd mind here, tugging her to the end of the table and hungrily going right between her legs.
The entire apartment is now floating with whatever aphrodisiac is between them, no matter where they went it would be the same. Cobb's tongue gets to taste her, the real her, without any latex involved, and he plunges it deep inside, moaning from the sheer bliss of it.
Shirt tossed aside, her hands splay against his chest and run up over it, along his shoulders, then down over what she can reach of his back. All while she leans into him, stealing a few more kisses from him before a gasp that dissolves into a groan breaks them as he pulls her down rough against him, matching her grind with his own and hitting her right where he knew to hit. They've become quite good at being creative and working within her boundaries, and even in their current state, it doesn't seem that either have forgotten how to do that.
She wants to drag her mouth over his skin, to venture south and taste him properly, but he beats her to the punch, a drop of disappointment that's quickly swallowed by her excitement to finally feel him between her thighs. There's a soft, gravely chuckle when she hears things hit the floor. "Hungry, are you?" Her drawl is thick and full of lust, even more so than usual, and he should know. They match the dark hunger in her eyes.
And as much as Rogue desires to put her own mouth to work on Cobb, she's not stopping him from delving between her thighs. It's also what she wants, and her thighs hook over his shoulders to pull him closer. Even the heat of his breath against her skin has her head spinning, a hand gripping into his hair in anticipation, and he wastes no time pressing into her. The complete feel of him good and proper between her thighs and into her folds elicits a long, low groan from her as she both arches her back and lets her head fall heavy behind her.
Just in time to see the door open and reveal an all too familiar figure.
"Din?" She murmurs, and under normal circumstances, this would erupt into one hell of a mess. Instead, the mutant feels this is an excellent way to help quell her sexual hunger, and she smiles while looking him over. Yes, this looks like a fine addition to her collection today's menu. "Join us." It wasn't a question, and it had a deep need to it.
Edited (adding more trash) Date: 2021-04-11 05:10 am (UTC)
The urge hits Din as he's putting Grogu down for his afternoon nap, and the Mandalorian can't help but be grateful that the kid is just coming back from his training with the Jedi, causing him to be dead to the world from exhaustion. It's a blessing, really, because Din knows from experience that the burning hunger in his veins isn't going to go away until it's fed to satiation. It only seems fitting that his lust-addled mind thinks of Rogue to ask for help after how they had more or less met through a similar event during her first week on the ship.
Leaving the sleeping kid in his pram, knowing he's safe in his cabin, Din walks over to Rogue's shared cabin with Cobb, hoping she'll be there and willing to help with the rather very uncomfortable erection he's having. But the scene that greets him when the door to her cabin swooshes open isn't one he would have ever expected.
It's pretty clear what's happening here, and Din's hidden gaze takes in her creamy thighs thrown over slim shoulders, her hair grasping to salt and pepper hair, her arched back and the needy look she's giving him. In any other circumstances, this would have been a mess indeed, and there's a moment in Din's lust-addled mind where he realizes he should have figured this out earlier, especially in light of his conversation with Cobb about sex toys, but his desires quickly extinguish any pesky emotional turmoil he might normally have. Instead, the only thing he feels is the need for her touch still, knowing all too well how the taste and the feel of her can be addictive. He can't really blame Cobb for diving in the moment either of them figured out they could touch.
Din can barely contain the groan that leaves him at her invitation, and his gaze tears away from her needy stare to settle on Cobb, his helmet tilting slightly:
"You okay with that?"
If he's being honest, he'd be disappointed if he has to walk away from this, but he's not going through something that might make the other man uncomfortable.
Cobb's never fully been able to do this for her, the latex still making their sex good but this is different, this is heaven. Her fingers in his hair are perfect and as usual he loves that Rogue knows what she wants and hungrily goes for it no matter what. He's never gotten to touch her this way since she didn't want the necklace, so it's like every place their skin is touching is new and treasured.
The funny thing is Cobb doesn't know Din's name, so he doesn't know why she's saying the name. He glances up at her from where he is, and if there was any way to tease he'd dryly say his own name to remind her. But then she says 'join us' and he's realizing there's someone else in there. He briefly lifts his head, even if he doesn't want to, and glances over his shoulder. Now, he'd be pretty open to just about anyone in this moment. As if he would stop. As if he wouldn't look at another person as a way of getting more to feed his thirst. But it's Mando and he'll put that name to the side for now.
If anything, if he's being honest, he's glad it's him. He's not against sex with strangers, but he'd be lying if he said he didn't prefer it with friends. Cobb smiles and kisses the inside of her thigh, up her stomach, licking playfully at one of her nipples, and murmurs in her ear. "I'll go get 'im." Hey, he's already in if he's asking permission. It's reassurance and needed since he is forced to pull away from her. Just for now.
"More than okay." Cobb steps over to his friend and takes his hand, pulling him into the room and closer to her so the welcome is very obvious. "Let me help," he murmurs, reassuring to both of them in this way, and his hands move gently but confidently over Din. It's clear why since he's unhooking armor with complete confidence, not touching the helmet of course, his hands sure and steady but a little fast, enthusiastic. He steps behind Din so they can both stare at Rogue, lust-filled and gorgeous, continuing to help him out of the armor on his upper torso and arms, but he winks to her over Din's shoulder.
"Why don't you help him with his bottoms, darlin'."
She may be out of her mind with a dark, needy lust, but she's not about to groan another person's name in an intimate setting. Or rather, she's not done it thus far and doesn't plan on starting. Lord knows she wouldn't react with a wee tease had the reverse happened to her.
Despite wanting with every part of her for Din to join them, there's a soft, disgruntled noise when Cobb's mouth leaves her, and she already feels cold and empty. Instinctively, her legs start to pull him back closer, even while her eyes remain locked on the Mandalorian, tongue wetting her lower lip as she thinks of all the places she can put her mouth now. She's glad that of all the people that could have walked in, it's him. Never mind that she's so lost in desire that a stranger would have been welcomed. In this case, her hunger just deepens since there's already a connection and interest.
There's a soft murmur as his lips mark a trail upwards, and while she wants more of his mouth, they should probably give a proper greeting to their guest. Still, she doesn't ignore the chance to drag her fingertips over the visible outline of his erection as he moves close to murmur in her ear. She breaks her gaze from Din only briefly to steal a quick kiss before he departs.
While she adjust her position so that she's facing them, legs still spread as her hands run over her body through her shirt and than between her thighs. Rogue teases and rubs herself slowly while she watches, but just enough to give them both a bit of a show.
As Cobb steps behind Din, she stands, hands going down to the hem of her shirt before pausing and giving them both a crooked smirk, stopping just short of Din and bringing her hands to lightly frame his helmet, as though she's touching his jaw. She's briefly ignoring the pounding need coursing through her to press a lingering kiss to the mouth of his helmet. Because it was important, the gesture. Her eyes open and she searches into the visor, making sure he truly is okay.
"Of course," she drawls low, almost a purr as she stays close and lifts her arms up over her head, breasts pressing against his chest through the fabric. "But first... Take it off sugah."
Once it's off she won't waste anymore time, fingers already undoing the closures on this pants with deft familiarity, and next, she methodically removes his armor. Once there's enough space to work, she stands back up and dips a bare hand beneath his briefs to stroke him. She groans louder than she expected for simply touching him again, finding it a deep pleasure just to be able to touch skin against skin again. It reminds her that she hasn't touched Cobb like this yet either, and she reaches for him as her eyes find his, hungry and firmly requesting to pet his dragon.
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Date: 2021-02-21 12:47 am (UTC)Between that and a few other heavier topics, Rogue has found herself unable to sleep, even with the added warmth provided to their apartment. Since it's late (or early), she doesn't suspect that Cobb will be awake or bothered by her moving her insomnia to the common space, where she's taken up residence on the couch. Her knees are folded and tucked under the front of her t-shirt, her forearms resting on the shelf they create as she clasps a glass of amber liquid in both hands.
From afar, her attention seems to be off in space. Upon closer inspection, however, it's evident that she's looking at (or more accurately, through) an object on a nearby table. It's a necklace from Sarano, both stunning and simple in design, and she's too distracted by the emotional heft of it to notice any company joining her. She is, at least, wearing gloves out of habit.
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Date: 2021-02-21 01:12 am (UTC)Even in the heat of their place he's still dressed, although he's got sweatpants and a t-shirt that's so much simpler than what he's used to. He studies her and is curious, since she seems lost in her thoughts. Cobb moves extremely quietly, from those paranoid years of always being in danger, so he makes sure to clear his throat very distinctly before walking her way. "Fancy meetin' you here, darlin'." Cobb's always been a solitary person but it made sense to him to bring up her moving into the other bedroom there, having not loved being in group housing before this place got free.
His silver hair is tousled from sleep and he's wearing no socks, settling onto the couch close but not too close. He doesn't have his gloves; it isn't instinctive thinking to him yet. He glances toward the necklace she's fixed on. "That's a nice necklace. Something to remember the Sarano by?"
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Date: 2021-02-21 01:44 am (UTC)He receives an apologetic smile. "Sorry if ah woke you." Though she doesn't think she was being particularly noisy or anything. The spell of the necklace broken, Rogue remembers to take a sip of her not so hydrating drink as she watches him join her on the couch with a touch of longing, a conflicted sadness in her gaze before she shifts it back to the necklace. Part of her wants to move closer, spoiled recently with apparently too much physical contact.
His question receives a rough exhale of a laugh, more of a scoff. Her feelings on the item remain complicated. "Somethin' like that. It's from the weddin'..." She trails off, avoiding his gaze by again staring into the jewelry. "The more ah look at it, the more ah see a collar. It dampens mah powers." It's left unsaid why it was a wedding gift, but she feels it's a fairly easy conclusion to draw.
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Date: 2021-02-21 02:37 am (UTC)His eyebrows go straight up at that little bit of information, glancing at the necklace. He doesn't really get how that's possible, but to be fair, he doesn't know how her powers work either. The supernatural is not part of his world, he isn't a Jedi or Jedi-adjacent. He's not so sure he likes that she was wearing this on a wedding night if she's acting so uncomfortable about it now. That seems like something that should be a good memory, not a complicated one.
Cobb can tell something's troubling her so he sits closer, also keeping an eye out for the open patches of skin, so the safest bet is touching her hair. It's mostly up but there's some strands free and he just pats the top of her head as comfortingly as he can. Not that she's acting like she needs it, but maybe she is. He has very good instincts about people. "I'm a former slave, Rogue, I've got a complicated relationship with collars myself."
He's not sure if she means it the same way, but that sort of strange dread from just a simple object at least is familiar. Cobb doesn't often speak clearly about his time as a slave, for a few reasons, but everything about himself comes from that central start. Like most people. "We could toss it out the airlock, if that'd help."
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Date: 2021-02-21 04:02 am (UTC)Instead, the younger woman continues searching the inanimate object for answers that can only come from herself, taking another sip of her drink. As he moves nearer to her, the hand closest to him slides from the glass and reaches over to brush against the edge of his thigh. It's not suggestive, just a subconscious effort to seek out more tactile comfort. She's already leaning into his touch to her hair, turning towards him when he speaks.
He understands, more than most would, and as much as a normal human without powers could relate. Her gaze searches his for a few moments before dropping slightly.
His suggestion, however, earns a quick, probably too sharp response, her head shaking as she finds his eyes again. A frown deepens over her features. "No. We might need to use it." It's the ugly truth. "In case ah lose control, or ah'm not mahself with mah abilities." Given how dangerous she is and how something already has caused her to lose her faculties.
But there's more to it than that. "Ah've never really had control of mah touch, not really. It's always been someone or somethin' else, an' even when it was mah choice, it always felt like cheatin'." Her voice gives away her increasing agitation as she continues. "Not to mention mutants are hunted, collared, an' caged by those who wish to control an' experiment on us."
She doesn't regret using the collar to indulge on Sarano, but it's clearly come with a heavy tax.
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Date: 2021-02-21 04:25 am (UTC)Cobb listens to her, concerned with the pain he can see there and the struggle she's going through. "Darlin', look at me." He searches for those beautiful green eyes of hers. "Do you trust me? Or do you got someone here you might trust?" Honestly he hopes it's him, so he can have some kind of control over what the problem is here, but he won't have a problem if it isn't. The important part is her feeling safe. "Cause you can give it to me, and I'll stash it somewhere secret in case of that emergency situation, and you don't got to think about it again." The only reason it would be secret is if she knows where it is she can get rid of it, if something bad did happen. It seems logical that someone she trusts can handle that part.
"It's okay not to want somethin' if it comes with strings. Maybe you can touch people, but if it comes at a cost that hurts you, it ain't worth it." Cobb reaches out to take her gloved hand, lifting it to his mouth to kiss the knuckles sweetly. Sure, he'd love to be able to kiss her for real, he'd love to feel her skin on his, but he's the last person to approve of shackles coming with sex.
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Date: 2021-02-21 05:17 am (UTC)Her eyes find his at the request, struck by the level of concern she finds in his searching gaze. At his questions, she nods. "Ah trust you," she clarifies softly. She also trusts Din, but she doesn't want to involve him in this, not when he might take on a burden of guilt. When Cobb continues, Rogue's only more certain that she made the correct choice. No need to put the child in her hypothetical cross hairs. The hand not on the glass reaches up to trace along the scruffy jawline as she nods to his solution, the short length of time it takes her to decide that surprising even her.
Even so, she feels the weight of guilt return with their proximity, with the unspoken fact that she's no longer willing to suffer those strings to be with him, but then he takes that guilt and her breath away in one fell swoop. She's almost dizzy from it, both his words and his actions taking her by surprise even if they really shouldn't. There's no need to touch him to know that Cobb's a good man who takes care of people.
Reaching away while keeping his gaze, she sets her glass on the table before stretching her legs carefully out of her shirt tent. Unlike him, she's not wearing any pants. In a series of fluid motions, she shifts to not only face him, but swings her leg over his hip, using a bit of flight to smoothly mind the exposed skin. She probably shouldn't be tempting fate, but she half settles on his lap as though that's more modest, free hand gently resting on his chest.
"Not wantin' ain't the issue sugah," she murmurs, voice emotional (and accent thicker for it) from how he's handling all this, handling her and her mess. Her attraction to him only grows. "You're bein' real amazin' 'bout this."
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Date: 2021-02-21 05:53 am (UTC)He didn't expect her to have so much exposed skin but she's real experienced at this so he stays still and lets her situate herself on his lap. If he wasn't as careful as he is, that whole position would be damned suggestive, but he's an adult and able to get that under control. She isn't trying to seduce him. That's not what this is about for them. He puts an arm around her, safely since she's wearing her t-shirt. His hand keeps moving up and down her back since she seemed to like that from before. If it's soothing it's worth it.
His hand lifts to put it over her gloved one on his chest, not a usual situation for them, being so intimately close. Cobb smiles up at her, his dark eyes soft. "You're my friend. Whatever else is happenin' between us, it don't matter more than that." Sex isn't worth her discomfort and it's definitely not worth ruining this bond. He's gone a long while without it at this point and it hasn't killed him. Friendship's just as good. Still, she smells so good, she looks so good. He's not sure it'll ever be possible for him to stop wanting her. She isn't asking him to though.
"Pretty sure it's bare basic decency to support someone not wantin' to be uncomfortable when bein' intimate." Of course some people might not be as understanding, but he's of the 'screw them' then mentality.
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Date: 2021-02-21 06:45 am (UTC)He might not be wearing socks or gloves, but he's wearing a pants and a shirt, so as long as he minds his hands, the risk remains minimal. The marshal's been extremely careful and respectful thus far, so Rogue trusts him to handle this shift just fine. Though, even though the intentions aren't sexual, she can't help but shiver lightly at the warmth of his hand trailing along her back now that she's in this position. It's ignored well enough, that other warmth his touch causes.
With his words, she finds herself settling more of her weight down against him, adjusting not to add friction or tease, but to find genuine comfort so she could lean in closer to him. "Whatever else?" She can't help but crack a soft smile. "Ah'd make a dragon joke, but that feels like temptin' fate."
That and she doesn't quite know how to respond to that last bit. He's right, and it sounds so obvious when he states it out loud. But she feels conflicted, wanting more than ever now to translate how she's feeling into something more physical, like a kiss. It doesn't help that her recent indulgences have reminded her exactly what she's missing.
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Date: 2021-03-06 05:10 am (UTC)Nor do fake mustaches.
I shouldn't have to tell you this.
[Congrats on receiving an old text to Deadpool.]
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Date: 2021-03-06 05:14 am (UTC)How do you get fake mustaches on penises?
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Date: 2021-03-06 05:34 am (UTC)Would you believe he used super glue?
Because he used super glue.
That was a text I sent someone back home after they sent me the weirdest dick pics I've ever seen.
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Date: 2021-03-06 05:43 am (UTC)That's real strange.
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Date: 2021-03-06 06:08 am (UTC)Not to be confused with Dr. Strange.
I recall him telling me it was a disguise... For going undercover.
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Date: 2021-03-14 05:40 am (UTC)He called it the 'Burt Reynolds'.
Does going to a whorehouse require a disguise?
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Date: 2021-04-11 12:40 am (UTC)Her hair's mostly dry by the time she finishes that last couple of chapters from the book she borrowed from Cobb, standing up to return it to him while she remembered. She's not quite taken to wearing leggings in their shared spaces since whether by stylistic preference or choice the cowboy rarely bares much skin himself, and so she indulges in less clothes than usual when she can. Today it's a comfortable, if not a bit over-sized, long-sleeved shirt from Sarano, one of her own that she stole to sleep in more safely.
She's not even two steps out of her room when she's hit with a wall of lust that has her reaching out to steady herself on the door frame, her gaze immediately searching out and finding Cobb's. No empathy bond is necessary to read her, not that he often needs that link to have her figured. And a moment later she's purposefully striding across the common area, setting the book down on some convenient surface, and then climbs slowly into his lap, drawing it out with her thighs brushing against his legs before she settles her weight on him with a grin.
"You looked lonely," she points out, and before Rogue can stop herself, she frames his face with fingertips along his beard then full hands against the scruffy swath of it, pulling him into a languid, savoring kiss with a noise that's part groan and part growl.
God she's needed the feel and taste of him like she needed air. So, without any consequence whatsoever, the younger woman allows herself to willingly drown. Lucky for both of them her mutation seems to have been nulled by the weird magic happening on the ship.
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Date: 2021-04-11 02:02 am (UTC)He's wearing gloves as he always is in case he wants to touch her, but he glances up when she seems to steady herself on the door frame. Trust Cobb to notice when a small gesture like that is made, but she seems just fine after that. Oh she's stalking to him like some kind of feline and that's definitely gotten his full attention, smiling as he welcomes her onto his lap. It's never unwelcome to get a lapful of Rogue and he chuckles, not quite hit with the aphro yet. Instead it's just plain old desire for her.
"Well," he starts to reply on a laugh, about to continue and then something happens he honestly didn't expect ever would. She kisses him. Cobb's shocked; he's longed for this, dreamed of this, for some time but it was always this fantasy. Not a reality. He doesn't know what to expect when it comes to her powers but nothing happens and so he stops thinking altogether. He moans and dives his hand into her thick hair, holding her head so she can't get away from this kiss.
When they need air he gets only a gasp of it before he's leaning back up and claiming her lips again, the lust so immediate that nothing else really exists. Cobb has no idea why nothing is happening but he moves his hands from her to frantically pull off his gloves, knowing that much. If they're kissing, he can finally put his hands on her body, diving them under her shirt immediately to trail up and down her smooth back. God she feels good. Her skin is addictively soft.
His head drops back when he's fairly sure he might pass out of oxygen deprivation, looking up at her. His head is spinning and it's good he's sitting in this moment, and he's feeling out of sorts.
"Rogue, how....?" Should he even question it? Shouldn't he just let his head drop down to kiss her neck while it's there and free to him? He does that and it's soft.
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Date: 2021-04-11 03:21 am (UTC)Her on hands don't stay still either, tracing over his jaw and following his facial hair into the longer snowy locks, moaning softly at the feel of that too. Before now she could only carefully touch ends of locks, but now she can card her fingers without abandon, and grip it to also keep him close. Anything to keep him near.
She finds herself shuddering with the heat of his hands pressing against more skin, trailing along her spine sending fire over the whole of her that pools between her thighs. All the while, Rogue tries to memorize the texture of his hands, the callouses and the proper heat of him. Rocking against him, she adjusts herself so that she's adding friction against herself as well. As much as she wants to slow down and eat him up nice and languid, there's a boiling sense of desire in her that wants more of him.
"Ah," she breathes, brow furrowing as she tilts her head to the side to offer him more room to maneuver, more skin to taste finally. "Don't know." And she's momentarily worried, but it's a drop in the ocean of other, more pressing and enjoyable feelings. Hands trail down him to find the hem of his shirt to start tugging that up and over his head. "But it means you're overdressed."
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Date: 2021-04-11 03:49 am (UTC)She doesn't have to ask him twice, immediately lifting his arms so she can take his shirt off his skinny frame. He wants her fingers all over his chest, his back, he's going to memorize it. Cobb's not sure he actually cares now that they're already in the middle of it. That's a problem for future them. He grips her ass and groans just from having the ability to do that, to dig his fingers into her perfect ass and pull her forward, grinding up at the same time he grinds her down. It's so perfect he could pass out from it.
Cobb lifts her off his lap and onto the table nearby, knocking anything on it off with a sweep of his hand. He doesn't think they can make it to the bed in this state. Cobb gets right to his knees in front of her, hurriedly sliding off her underwear and tossing it away. He's being forward but he doesn't think she'd mind here, tugging her to the end of the table and hungrily going right between her legs.
The entire apartment is now floating with whatever aphrodisiac is between them, no matter where they went it would be the same. Cobb's tongue gets to taste her, the real her, without any latex involved, and he plunges it deep inside, moaning from the sheer bliss of it.
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Date: 2021-04-11 04:59 am (UTC)She wants to drag her mouth over his skin, to venture south and taste him properly, but he beats her to the punch, a drop of disappointment that's quickly swallowed by her excitement to finally feel him between her thighs. There's a soft, gravely chuckle when she hears things hit the floor. "Hungry, are you?" Her drawl is thick and full of lust, even more so than usual, and he should know. They match the dark hunger in her eyes.
And as much as Rogue desires to put her own mouth to work on Cobb, she's not stopping him from delving between her thighs. It's also what she wants, and her thighs hook over his shoulders to pull him closer. Even the heat of his breath against her skin has her head spinning, a hand gripping into his hair in anticipation, and he wastes no time pressing into her. The complete feel of him good and proper between her thighs and into her folds elicits a long, low groan from her as she both arches her back and lets her head fall heavy behind her.
Just in time to see the door open and reveal an all too familiar figure.
"Din?" She murmurs, and under normal circumstances, this would erupt into one hell of a mess. Instead, the mutant feels this is an excellent way to help quell her sexual hunger, and she smiles while looking him over. Yes, this looks like a fine addition to
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Date: 2021-04-14 02:45 pm (UTC)Leaving the sleeping kid in his pram, knowing he's safe in his cabin, Din walks over to Rogue's shared cabin with Cobb, hoping she'll be there and willing to help with the rather very uncomfortable erection he's having. But the scene that greets him when the door to her cabin swooshes open isn't one he would have ever expected.
It's pretty clear what's happening here, and Din's hidden gaze takes in her creamy thighs thrown over slim shoulders, her hair grasping to salt and pepper hair, her arched back and the needy look she's giving him. In any other circumstances, this would have been a mess indeed, and there's a moment in Din's lust-addled mind where he realizes he should have figured this out earlier, especially in light of his conversation with Cobb about sex toys, but his desires quickly extinguish any pesky emotional turmoil he might normally have. Instead, the only thing he feels is the need for her touch still, knowing all too well how the taste and the feel of her can be addictive. He can't really blame Cobb for diving in the moment either of them figured out they could touch.
Din can barely contain the groan that leaves him at her invitation, and his gaze tears away from her needy stare to settle on Cobb, his helmet tilting slightly:
"You okay with that?"
If he's being honest, he'd be disappointed if he has to walk away from this, but he's not going through something that might make the other man uncomfortable.
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Date: 2021-04-14 04:04 pm (UTC)The funny thing is Cobb doesn't know Din's name, so he doesn't know why she's saying the name. He glances up at her from where he is, and if there was any way to tease he'd dryly say his own name to remind her. But then she says 'join us' and he's realizing there's someone else in there. He briefly lifts his head, even if he doesn't want to, and glances over his shoulder. Now, he'd be pretty open to just about anyone in this moment. As if he would stop. As if he wouldn't look at another person as a way of getting more to feed his thirst. But it's Mando and he'll put that name to the side for now.
If anything, if he's being honest, he's glad it's him. He's not against sex with strangers, but he'd be lying if he said he didn't prefer it with friends. Cobb smiles and kisses the inside of her thigh, up her stomach, licking playfully at one of her nipples, and murmurs in her ear. "I'll go get 'im." Hey, he's already in if he's asking permission. It's reassurance and needed since he is forced to pull away from her. Just for now.
"More than okay." Cobb steps over to his friend and takes his hand, pulling him into the room and closer to her so the welcome is very obvious. "Let me help," he murmurs, reassuring to both of them in this way, and his hands move gently but confidently over Din. It's clear why since he's unhooking armor with complete confidence, not touching the helmet of course, his hands sure and steady but a little fast, enthusiastic. He steps behind Din so they can both stare at Rogue, lust-filled and gorgeous, continuing to help him out of the armor on his upper torso and arms, but he winks to her over Din's shoulder.
"Why don't you help him with his bottoms, darlin'."
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Date: 2021-04-14 05:04 pm (UTC)Despite wanting with every part of her for Din to join them, there's a soft, disgruntled noise when Cobb's mouth leaves her, and she already feels cold and empty. Instinctively, her legs start to pull him back closer, even while her eyes remain locked on the Mandalorian, tongue wetting her lower lip as she thinks of all the places she can put her mouth now. She's glad that of all the people that could have walked in, it's him. Never mind that she's so lost in desire that a stranger would have been welcomed. In this case, her hunger just deepens since there's already a connection and interest.
There's a soft murmur as his lips mark a trail upwards, and while she wants more of his mouth, they should probably give a proper greeting to their guest. Still, she doesn't ignore the chance to drag her fingertips over the visible outline of his erection as he moves close to murmur in her ear. She breaks her gaze from Din only briefly to steal a quick kiss before he departs.
While she adjust her position so that she's facing them, legs still spread as her hands run over her body through her shirt and than between her thighs. Rogue teases and rubs herself slowly while she watches, but just enough to give them both a bit of a show.
As Cobb steps behind Din, she stands, hands going down to the hem of her shirt before pausing and giving them both a crooked smirk, stopping just short of Din and bringing her hands to lightly frame his helmet, as though she's touching his jaw. She's briefly ignoring the pounding need coursing through her to press a lingering kiss to the mouth of his helmet. Because it was important, the gesture. Her eyes open and she searches into the visor, making sure he truly is okay.
"Of course," she drawls low, almost a purr as she stays close and lifts her arms up over her head, breasts pressing against his chest through the fabric. "But first... Take it off sugah."
Once it's off she won't waste anymore time, fingers already undoing the closures on this pants with deft familiarity, and next, she methodically removes his armor. Once there's enough space to work, she stands back up and dips a bare hand beneath his briefs to stroke him. She groans louder than she expected for simply touching him again, finding it a deep pleasure just to be able to touch skin against skin again. It reminds her that she hasn't touched Cobb like this yet either, and she reaches for him as her eyes find his, hungry and firmly requesting to pet his dragon.
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