As much as she should be careful, this warmth they've created has replaced her earlier guilt and frustration with herself. Where there had been sadness, Rogue now felt vibrancy, even if the complications of her mutation remain. He felt good, and she has no doubt that he could make her feel better if they were careful. Could he be careful enough, though?
Doubts aside, she's more than happy to continue trailing her fingertips slowly along the line of his jaw from just under his ear and then back again so she can feather touch them along his pulse and back down towards the collar of his shirt. In the end, she simply presses her palm to rest against his chest over his heart as though it might calm her. No such luck. It does steady her when she feels said dragon firmly friction against her just right, and she shudders when he hits that spot, a soft gasp betraying her further.
And for a moment, she has the audacity to give him a scolding look for it. This is a serious moment saturated in lust and teetering self control. Except Rogue can't help but laugh openly at his very authentic response to her incredibly rude actions, even as her blood rushes through her in want at the friction he's added. It's a bit lower, her laugh. More devious than before and throaty still with that lingering desire. It's moments like this that endear her to the space cowboy and make her want to kiss him even more. Damnit.
"Just a few seconds?" Rogue teases as she leans back to allow her hand room to trail down over his chest and between them, ghosting over him to settle between her own thighs. For now, she just rests the heel of her palm against her hip and thigh, fingertips hovering and almost daring him to try and calm that dragon of his. "Ah usually require more than that."
And now it's her playing with fire and egging him on when there are too many dangers and uncertainty in a new intimate whatever they're going to call this.
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Date: 2021-02-22 07:00 am (UTC)Doubts aside, she's more than happy to continue trailing her fingertips slowly along the line of his jaw from just under his ear and then back again so she can feather touch them along his pulse and back down towards the collar of his shirt. In the end, she simply presses her palm to rest against his chest over his heart as though it might calm her. No such luck. It does steady her when she feels said dragon firmly friction against her just right, and she shudders when he hits that spot, a soft gasp betraying her further.
And for a moment, she has the audacity to give him a scolding look for it. This is a serious moment saturated in lust and teetering self control. Except Rogue can't help but laugh openly at his very authentic response to her incredibly rude actions, even as her blood rushes through her in want at the friction he's added. It's a bit lower, her laugh. More devious than before and throaty still with that lingering desire. It's moments like this that endear her to the space cowboy and make her want to kiss him even more. Damnit.
"Just a few seconds?" Rogue teases as she leans back to allow her hand room to trail down over his chest and between them, ghosting over him to settle between her own thighs. For now, she just rests the heel of her palm against her hip and thigh, fingertips hovering and almost daring him to try and calm that dragon of his. "Ah usually require more than that."
And now it's her playing with fire and egging him on when there are too many dangers and uncertainty in a new intimate whatever they're going to call this.