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.
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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.