Perhaps this is another reason that they get along so well, the living in grays rather than black or white absolutes. Good people can do bad things and vice versa, and just because you've done a bad thing doesn't mean you're evil. Too many 'bad' things to count are done with the best intentions. If the saying's right, that's how the road to Hell is paved. She's done terrible things, not all with good intentions either, and people consider her a hero now, which is its own point of contention with her.
Even though he complains of always being cold, Cobb's warmth is an undeniable comfort now that she's experiencing it again. The rain put the heat of him in starker relief, but this warmth resonates deeper with her, likely tying in with the fact that her emotions lay barer now. Her walls are lowered and there's little to no deflection with humor or sass. She's just her right now, complicated and messy.
The mention of the very specific shaped scar has her curious, but given the talk of collars and slavery, she quickly makes the connection and doesn't press the origin further. "You know, people back home call lower back tattoos 'tramp stamps'." Not that she agrees with the judgment, but she grew up in the land of rednecks. There's unfortunately some foundation for the stereotype.
Even as she tugs up the fabric, Rogue can't help but lean into his touch through her hair as much as she could. It's thick and messy enough that it's always been a rather safe touch point, the skin of her scalp and sometimes face well protected by the wildness of her curls. Her own hands meanwhile cup his jaw through the shirt, waiting for the nod from him before leaning into his space.
First she bumps her nose against his, a bit of orientation before she finds his mouth with hers through the barrier. It's different, and not quite what she would want for their first kiss, but it's far better than ripping life force and memories from him. Or, wearing a collar. This way, she can express her attraction and appreciation more intimately, she can indulge to the best of her ability, a soft moaning whimper escaping her and pressing into his mouth. She moves slowly, both savoring what heat and taste of him she can glean from this kiss hack, focusing on the way he feels against her even through the fabric.
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Even though he complains of always being cold, Cobb's warmth is an undeniable comfort now that she's experiencing it again. The rain put the heat of him in starker relief, but this warmth resonates deeper with her, likely tying in with the fact that her emotions lay barer now. Her walls are lowered and there's little to no deflection with humor or sass. She's just her right now, complicated and messy.
The mention of the very specific shaped scar has her curious, but given the talk of collars and slavery, she quickly makes the connection and doesn't press the origin further. "You know, people back home call lower back tattoos 'tramp stamps'." Not that she agrees with the judgment, but she grew up in the land of rednecks. There's unfortunately some foundation for the stereotype.
Even as she tugs up the fabric, Rogue can't help but lean into his touch through her hair as much as she could. It's thick and messy enough that it's always been a rather safe touch point, the skin of her scalp and sometimes face well protected by the wildness of her curls. Her own hands meanwhile cup his jaw through the shirt, waiting for the nod from him before leaning into his space.
First she bumps her nose against his, a bit of orientation before she finds his mouth with hers through the barrier. It's different, and not quite what she would want for their first kiss, but it's far better than ripping life force and memories from him. Or, wearing a collar. This way, she can express her attraction and appreciation more intimately, she can indulge to the best of her ability, a soft moaning whimper escaping her and pressing into his mouth. She moves slowly, both savoring what heat and taste of him she can glean from this kiss hack, focusing on the way he feels against her even through the fabric.