It takes two mister. That's her story and she's sticking to it, even if that damn smirk of his makes her reconsider that, tempting her always in these moments it seems. She makes a soft noise of approval when his hand finds her breath, her voice lowering when he pinches her nipple, which dutifully hardens under his ministrations. Though honestly the majority of her focus is on the feel of him hardening against her, and her hand falling loosely between them, then lightly against his stomach as she slowly rides him, matching his pace. She keeps his gaze in hers, unable to pull it free if she tried.
The mental image of him chatting with a droid about sex tools and toys brings a grin to her lips and a rough, breathy laugh through her growing desire. It's a cute mental image. He's cute and unbelievably thoughtful. There's no thought of stopping whatever it is that they're doing right now, even if they can't do everything they want. Or shouldn't, realistically. They haven't known each other too long, but she already trusts him. Besides, he knows better than to try and cross her, she thinks, and his comment about carrying her provides the perfect opportunity to make that a bit clearer.
She grins wider at that, shrugging a shoulder before rubbing herself against him one last, rougher time before the heat and weight of her all but disappears as she floats herself off of him. Keeping her torso more or less still, her legs gracefully find the floor, avoiding his feet. In the motion, her hand finds his arms and tugs him to his feet. There's something dangerously giddy about her expression.
"Ah got you," Rogue says simply before tucking forward and hoisting him seamlessly over her shoulder, minding his excited dragon in the process. Enjoy the view of her wedgie in full view with her t-shirt (that is decidedly not long enough) collecting on the curve of her lower back. She even gives his ass a pat for good measure. And even though she should walk like a normal person to his room, she chooses to float. Just because she can.
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The mental image of him chatting with a droid about sex tools and toys brings a grin to her lips and a rough, breathy laugh through her growing desire. It's a cute mental image. He's cute and unbelievably thoughtful. There's no thought of stopping whatever it is that they're doing right now, even if they can't do everything they want. Or shouldn't, realistically. They haven't known each other too long, but she already trusts him. Besides, he knows better than to try and cross her, she thinks, and his comment about carrying her provides the perfect opportunity to make that a bit clearer.
She grins wider at that, shrugging a shoulder before rubbing herself against him one last, rougher time before the heat and weight of her all but disappears as she floats herself off of him. Keeping her torso more or less still, her legs gracefully find the floor, avoiding his feet. In the motion, her hand finds his arms and tugs him to his feet. There's something dangerously giddy about her expression.
"Ah got you," Rogue says simply before tucking forward and hoisting him seamlessly over her shoulder, minding his excited dragon in the process. Enjoy the view of her wedgie in full view with her t-shirt (that is decidedly not long enough) collecting on the curve of her lower back. She even gives his ass a pat for good measure. And even though she should walk like a normal person to his room, she chooses to float. Just because she can.