Part of the intense observing is unabashed attraction, but a bit of it's also her being on guard. She's faced this temptation for years, but this is all new to Cobb. She's not always perfect, but she's built up the tolerance to urge for that touch, and it's habit, muscle memory in some cases, to be always ready for her partner to lean in for a kiss or reach to touch her. Because that's their habit and their muscle memory. There's no blame, just preparedness, a slight split of attention always, especially with new partners, particularly when there's this level of molten attraction. It's dangerous. She's dangerous. And god does she want to kiss him too.
To her without that dampening necklace, he's absolutely light as a feather. Then there's the floating bit. "Ah may have strategically talked 'round that question of yours when we first met," she admits, giving him a full cheek grab just for good measure at his sass. They can talk about her other powers later, after what she hopes are multiple orgasms. "It's an amazin' view sugah."
She dares him to argue otherwise, though Rogue might tune it out a bit while she takes in his room. It feels welcoming, and while she herself has gleaned a bit of her own stash of items from Sarano, it's mostly food. There's some fresh fruits and vegetables she's planning on finishing before they go bad and homemade, nonperishable food that she's stashing away for herself, the kid, and the friends she's made that could use some nourishing. Her roommate included. His room has a warmth to it, even in space. The plain sight items get noted (blasters especially), even as she tosses him onto the bed, careful again of his erection. It's then that she puts feet back onto the ground.
"Original," She muses before dropping smoothly to her knees and giving him a suggestive look while chewing on her lower lip. It might be a little gratuitous to provide this mental image, but the sentiment is genuine. One one-thousand. Two one-thousand. And then she's on all fours, bending forward to peek under the bed. Honestly she doesn't need to be so dramatic, but the mutant can't ignore the opportunity to torment and tease him.
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To her without that dampening necklace, he's absolutely light as a feather. Then there's the floating bit. "Ah may have strategically talked 'round that question of yours when we first met," she admits, giving him a full cheek grab just for good measure at his sass. They can talk about her other powers later, after what she hopes are multiple orgasms. "It's an amazin' view sugah."
She dares him to argue otherwise, though Rogue might tune it out a bit while she takes in his room. It feels welcoming, and while she herself has gleaned a bit of her own stash of items from Sarano, it's mostly food. There's some fresh fruits and vegetables she's planning on finishing before they go bad and homemade, nonperishable food that she's stashing away for herself, the kid, and the friends she's made that could use some nourishing. Her roommate included. His room has a warmth to it, even in space. The plain sight items get noted (blasters especially), even as she tosses him onto the bed, careful again of his erection. It's then that she puts feet back onto the ground.
"Original," She muses before dropping smoothly to her knees and giving him a suggestive look while chewing on her lower lip. It might be a little gratuitous to provide this mental image, but the sentiment is genuine. One one-thousand. Two one-thousand. And then she's on all fours, bending forward to peek under the bed. Honestly she doesn't need to be so dramatic, but the mutant can't ignore the opportunity to torment and tease him.