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: 2021-04-14 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.