There's a soft chuckle at his question, the word lost in translation between their worlds, but she'll explain it later. After. They have more important things to attend to right now between the little touches and then the bigger ones she wishes she could do without barriers and without guilt.
For once, Rogue's trying real hard not to add to the teasing, to grind against him or accelerate this to more dangerous levels of physicality. Between her general emotional state and the literal danger of her skin, as much as she wants to lose herself in more carnal pleasure, it's probably not the best idea. Still, when the arm around her pulls her closer, the younger woman can't help but rock herself against him more snugly if it's even possible.
There are limitations to this, but she tries not to focus on the frustrating points, instead leaning into the blooming warmth and what she can taste of him. Her maneuvers to deepen the kiss remain cautious as there's no place for wild abandon, but she lingers in each press of her lips, eyes closed as she tries to memorize and extrapolate the feel of him through now damp fabric.
Eventually she breaks the kiss to not only catch her breath, but to keep her from crossing a line of safety and if she's being honest, a little weirdness in with that growing hunger. The hands keeping up the fabric move, releasing the barrier to aid in pumping the brakes. One slides to his forehead so that she can rest hers there safely, eyes remaining closed for the moment. She's still savoring the lingering feel of him on her lips. The other hand settles more comfortably against his jaw, thumb moving over the scruff there as she catches her breath.
"Ah didn't trust mahself to stop if we kept on," she murmurs low, her drawl the thickest he's likely heard it yet as her eyes finally flutter half-open, searching his face. She'd move back, but honestly she can still taste him in the air caught between them.
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Date: 2021-02-21 09:57 pm (UTC)For once, Rogue's trying real hard not to add to the teasing, to grind against him or accelerate this to more dangerous levels of physicality. Between her general emotional state and the literal danger of her skin, as much as she wants to lose herself in more carnal pleasure, it's probably not the best idea. Still, when the arm around her pulls her closer, the younger woman can't help but rock herself against him more snugly if it's even possible.
There are limitations to this, but she tries not to focus on the frustrating points, instead leaning into the blooming warmth and what she can taste of him. Her maneuvers to deepen the kiss remain cautious as there's no place for wild abandon, but she lingers in each press of her lips, eyes closed as she tries to memorize and extrapolate the feel of him through now damp fabric.
Eventually she breaks the kiss to not only catch her breath, but to keep her from crossing a line of safety and if she's being honest, a little weirdness in with that growing hunger. The hands keeping up the fabric move, releasing the barrier to aid in pumping the brakes. One slides to his forehead so that she can rest hers there safely, eyes remaining closed for the moment. She's still savoring the lingering feel of him on her lips. The other hand settles more comfortably against his jaw, thumb moving over the scruff there as she catches her breath.
"Ah didn't trust mahself to stop if we kept on," she murmurs low, her drawl the thickest he's likely heard it yet as her eyes finally flutter half-open, searching his face. She'd move back, but honestly she can still taste him in the air caught between them.