[He walked right in and trapped her on the subject, even putting himself between her and the door. Not just a pretty face indeed.]
Except there are limitations. We literally ain't able to do specific things that you can with others. [That's the truth of it. Rogue's of the mind that they need to call a spade a spade.] An' just because us workin' within those limits feels amazin' doesn't mean that you an' ah can't want more with each other. [Or if he wants that more with others.
She watches him as he moves closer and joins her on the bed, warily considering what else he might trap her with now that he has her as a captive audience. Even through her frustration and apprehension, Rogue can't help but sigh at the warmth of his touch over her leg. Despite everything, it is comforting. His touch always brought a warmth to her.
There's a suspicious noise from her at the mention of the other part because she has a feeling he's about to again put her on the spot. Which, he absolutely does. There's no immediate response from her, and after a moment of searching his gaze for any hint at what he himself might want, she moves to set her phone down as an excuse to pull from his piercing eyes.
Honestly, Rogue wants to just say that no, she's not a big fan of sharing, but she's not ready to commit to anything that even remotely feels serious. Nor does she want to give up the other connection she's made on the ship. Saying she wants to have her cake, eat it too, then not let him have any cake but her own is unfair, and she knows that.]
An' what if ah don't usually know what ah want with this sort of thing until it hits me in the face? [It's not a lie.] Ah ain't real good at datin' an' ah got a jealous streak a mile wide even when it ain't my right to have one. Don't usually do casual because it's hard to trust someone enough to be physically intimate an' not get close.
[Basically she's a mess and he deserves someone who has their shit together. The mutant dares a peer up at him through waterfalls of curls, all while trying to keep the emotion from bleeding onto her features or worse, through the damn empathy bond.]
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Date: 2021-03-18 02:52 am (UTC)Except there are limitations. We literally ain't able to do specific things that you can with others. [That's the truth of it. Rogue's of the mind that they need to call a spade a spade.] An' just because us workin' within those limits feels amazin' doesn't mean that you an' ah can't want more with each other. [Or if he wants that more with others.
She watches him as he moves closer and joins her on the bed, warily considering what else he might trap her with now that he has her as a captive audience. Even through her frustration and apprehension, Rogue can't help but sigh at the warmth of his touch over her leg. Despite everything, it is comforting. His touch always brought a warmth to her.
There's a suspicious noise from her at the mention of the other part because she has a feeling he's about to again put her on the spot. Which, he absolutely does. There's no immediate response from her, and after a moment of searching his gaze for any hint at what he himself might want, she moves to set her phone down as an excuse to pull from his piercing eyes.
Honestly, Rogue wants to just say that no, she's not a big fan of sharing, but she's not ready to commit to anything that even remotely feels serious. Nor does she want to give up the other connection she's made on the ship. Saying she wants to have her cake, eat it too, then not let him have any cake but her own is unfair, and she knows that.]
An' what if ah don't usually know what ah want with this sort of thing until it hits me in the face? [It's not a lie.] Ah ain't real good at datin' an' ah got a jealous streak a mile wide even when it ain't my right to have one. Don't usually do casual because it's hard to trust someone enough to be physically intimate an' not get close.
[Basically she's a mess and he deserves someone who has their shit together. The mutant dares a peer up at him through waterfalls of curls, all while trying to keep the emotion from bleeding onto her features or worse, through the damn empathy bond.]
What 'bout you?