Their convenient overlap of coverage was one of the reasons she decided to climb into his lap in the first place, that and she craved the intimacy and comfort of it. She'd known then she was playing with fire, starting something they might not be able to finish exactly how they wanted, but so far, she's not regretting her decision. Not even when he rocks up against her again and a low rumble of pleasure sweeps past her parted lips, which curl into a smile even as she scolds him silently with a particular peer.
Her fingertips curl and shift just so she can lazily start rubbing herself, fingers brushing against him as she adds fuel to the flames, her own hips rolling in a painfully slow circle. All while watching his reactions and fighting the damn urge to kiss him again, her gaze dropping to his lips on more than one occasion now, her breath growing ever so slightly rougher with each passing moment. "That's still not long enough sugah," she murmurs as her unoccupied hand reaching up to run through his hair, as if that sweet gesture of the left hand could balance the devious activities of the right. It's a nice theory. Utterly wrong, but nice. Truth be told, she just likes being around him. The touching is just a perk she doesn't want to halt.
His next words perk her attention, her eyes brightening as she momentarily stills the hand between her thighs. There's heat in her gaze, but there's also a searching that softens when he clarifies further. "You did?" The sass has momentarily slipped to reveal just how moved she is by the accommodation sure, but more importantly, the complete lack of pressure or entitlement. The latex comes with no proverbial strings attached, and this endears Rogue more to him for it. "You need to show me what sorts of things you got, then."
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Date: 2021-02-24 05:32 am (UTC)Her fingertips curl and shift just so she can lazily start rubbing herself, fingers brushing against him as she adds fuel to the flames, her own hips rolling in a painfully slow circle. All while watching his reactions and fighting the damn urge to kiss him again, her gaze dropping to his lips on more than one occasion now, her breath growing ever so slightly rougher with each passing moment. "That's still not long enough sugah," she murmurs as her unoccupied hand reaching up to run through his hair, as if that sweet gesture of the left hand could balance the devious activities of the right. It's a nice theory. Utterly wrong, but nice. Truth be told, she just likes being around him. The touching is just a perk she doesn't want to halt.
His next words perk her attention, her eyes brightening as she momentarily stills the hand between her thighs. There's heat in her gaze, but there's also a searching that softens when he clarifies further. "You did?" The sass has momentarily slipped to reveal just how moved she is by the accommodation sure, but more importantly, the complete lack of pressure or entitlement. The latex comes with no proverbial strings attached, and this endears Rogue more to him for it. "You need to show me what sorts of things you got, then."