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.
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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.