Clean's a relative term when you don't got a lot of water, you know? We did our best. But now you know why I take long showers and maybe overclean mine. What I wore in the Sarano's probably the "fanciest" I've had.
That's a fair point. Then I guess I shouldn't try and paint you any mental pictures of some of my more gussied looks both from home and Sarano. You looked good in those clothes, by the way.
You're not holding me back, how can you --- no I'm not having this conversation on here.
[ Only minutes later he's knocking on her door. Cobb had been out and about when the texting started and he thought it was fun, and that didn't turn out so well. He's essentially a boomer, okay, text arguments are not a thing he's doing. Cobb's in red, his signature color, a long-sleeved shirt with his scarf from home around his neck since it's something he likes to wear. Plus he's still cold half the time, Sarano ruined his progress on that.
He wouldn't say he's mad, since Cobb rarely gets mad outside of people who deserve it, but frustrated is probably the better word. He adores this woman but yeah, frustration's right. Since he wants to be able to touch her, he's always wearing gloves these days. He prefers the latex ones since he actually feels her skin when he does, but it probably looks real weird to everyone else. He just doesn't care. He thumps on her door. ]
[Honestly she just wanted to give him an out. Sarano had reminded her what it's like to be more normal than she'll ever get on her own, or at least what it's like to be able to not worry about her touch around the clock. If he's found something more like that, he should know that she... Understands?
Tone just doesn't carry well through text. Though it's sure carrying something through his, and before she can collect herself enough to make herself scarce, Cobb's banging on the door.
She's not nearly as dressed as him, being in the comfort of her room she's not worrying about touching others on accident. Her gloves are tossed off on her bed and so are her leggings, boots discarded at the foot just below the other articles of clothing. She still has on socks and a hoodie as well as undergarments, a tank and panties, but otherwise she's lounged back with her legs extended out in front of her, a notebook and pen to her left and her phone in her hand still.]
It ain't locked. [She finally grumbles, her stance one of hesitant bullheadedness, as one who's been caught red-handed doing something she knows better about and another who's dug in her heels on the matter, uncertain if she needs to be ready to fight or apologize. She's preparing for both, even though he looks far too handsome for his own good in that getup.]
[Cobb steps inside and puts his hands on his hips, not closing off like folded arms would be, but instead open in body language. Unsurprising, giving his general everything. His eyes travel over her body but not getting distracted by appreciating it, going straight to her face and keeping it there.]
We got to clear a few things up. Let me start with the obvious.
[ He knows what parts to shelf for now, but he won't forget them. Probably their lack of boundaries didn't help this situation, but Cobb's so easy-going he tends to just roll with things. He steps over to her, raising his eyebrows. ]
You had a ton of sex with a guy you married on Sarano, right? Are you tellin' me that our sex wasn't good or meaningful 'cause it wasn't penetrative like that? Here I thought the multiple orgasms weren't limitin' at all.
[Even though he doesn't close off, that direct opening few statements immediately puts her further on edge, bolstering her defenses while preparing herself to go on the offense. Especially when he starts off by noting all the sex having.
Except it doesn't go where she figures he's going with that, and her mouth parts in surprise, hanging there and catching flies for a moment as her brow furrows.]
What? That ain't what ah said at all. [Least not the part about their sex being somehow less. She shakes her head fervently.] Ah mean yes, ah had sex without all the hoops, but that don't make what we did together any less.
[If anything, she has a deep appreciation for the efforts he took to be with her like they could. The orgasms were pretty great, too. She just still carries a guilt that he can't be with her like that, and it's that thought that causes a frown and her gaze to drop.]
Sometimes ah'm reminded of that... Alternate universe. [Because that's how Sarano feels to her now.] An' ah feel like ah'm bein' selfish now.
[He's a good man, and he deserves more than what she can offer him.]
Alright, then don't tell me that we've got limitations or that you're holdin' me back. If what we've got is as good as any other kind of sex to you, then you'd have to accept it's the same for me, don't you?
[Cobb smiles, easy as can be, arching an eyebrow at her. He comes over and sits down near her, reaching over to run his fingers up and down her calf. Comfortingly. He knows he threw her off and it was intentional; he's a very shrewd person underneath the warmth. It's not that he doesn't want to have sex with her. They both know that's something that they'd have if they could, but it's not the point. The point is he means it when he says it's enough, and he wants her to believe it to.]
Suppose now we'd best talk about the other part, now that's cleared.
[Cobb can be very direct and he's doing it now, looking right at her.]
We didn't make any ground rules about any of this, so be direct now sugah.
[He's teasing, reminding her it's the two of them. They aren't any different from before.]
Do you not want me sleepin' with other people? Are you alright as long as we don't talk about it? I'm not against a jealous streak, I just don't want us back here with you feeling bad.
[He walked right in and trapped her on the subject, even putting himself between her and the door. Not just a pretty face indeed.]
Except there are limitations. We literally ain't able to do specific things that you can with others. [That's the truth of it. Rogue's of the mind that they need to call a spade a spade.] An' just because us workin' within those limits feels amazin' doesn't mean that you an' ah can't want more with each other. [Or if he wants that more with others.
She watches him as he moves closer and joins her on the bed, warily considering what else he might trap her with now that he has her as a captive audience. Even through her frustration and apprehension, Rogue can't help but sigh at the warmth of his touch over her leg. Despite everything, it is comforting. His touch always brought a warmth to her.
There's a suspicious noise from her at the mention of the other part because she has a feeling he's about to again put her on the spot. Which, he absolutely does. There's no immediate response from her, and after a moment of searching his gaze for any hint at what he himself might want, she moves to set her phone down as an excuse to pull from his piercing eyes.
Honestly, Rogue wants to just say that no, she's not a big fan of sharing, but she's not ready to commit to anything that even remotely feels serious. Nor does she want to give up the other connection she's made on the ship. Saying she wants to have her cake, eat it too, then not let him have any cake but her own is unfair, and she knows that.]
An' what if ah don't usually know what ah want with this sort of thing until it hits me in the face? [It's not a lie.] Ah ain't real good at datin' an' ah got a jealous streak a mile wide even when it ain't my right to have one. Don't usually do casual because it's hard to trust someone enough to be physically intimate an' not get close.
[Basically she's a mess and he deserves someone who has their shit together. The mutant dares a peer up at him through waterfalls of curls, all while trying to keep the emotion from bleeding onto her features or worse, through the damn empathy bond.]
Fine, we might want to do everythin' together, you're right. But every relationship's got its downfalls. I'm not willin' to say 'cause I can't kiss you, you ain't makin' me happy.
[If she wants to force him to admit that much, he will, although he doesn't love it. Cobb's not fond of the idea of feeding into any of her insecurities, but he gets that there's a line between withholding and lying and it's thin when he's avoiding that part. He just can't stop thinking of her staring at that necklace, looking broken-hearted. To tell her that any part of what's between them isn't enough doesn't work for him.
Cobb's too old, basically, to waste energy on dancing around subjects. He's always been direct with her, outside of their light flirting. If they're going to keep hooking up, they've got to be adults about it, from his point of view. He should've probably thought of that sooner, but he was a little busy being sucked into the happy honeymoon part of being with someone new. He listens to her closely, like he always does, nodding as he takes it in.
There's a beat as he thinks about it before responding.]
Issa, my ex, is a Twi'lek. They're well known for being taken by slavers because they're beautiful and unique looking and used as dancers or whatever else their owners want. We met as slaves, when we were young.
[Issa's exact story is hers to tell, but that gives her a basis of a background for the woman he loved. And why maybe talking about boundaries and understanding her hesitation in trusting people is something he knows well. It might not be obvious why he's saying that, but he's coming around to it.]
We weren't always together together. We were loyal in the ways that mattered, but I was very serious about her always knowin' she had her freedom. So that's the way we lived our lives and it's why I don't have a jealous streak. I trust if someone wants to be with me, they'll be with me. And they don't got to give me more than that, unless they want to.
[So really, it's about confidence for him. It's not arrogance, it's a sort of self-acceptance. He knows who he is. She desires him, and so they've hooked up. He's not sitting here questioning it because it's wasted effort when he could be with her instead. Cobb reaches out to take her hand and brings it to his heart, holding it there, since he's being earnest.]
I'm not goin' anywhere. I could sleep with a dozen people, you could sleep with a dozen people, and it won't change that. You mean somethin' to me, Rogue.
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That's real strange.
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Not to be confused with Dr. Strange.
I recall him telling me it was a disguise... For going undercover.
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He called it the 'Burt Reynolds'.
Does going to a whorehouse require a disguise?
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You know anything about corsets and garters?
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How'd you learn about them on Sarano?
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Classified.
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Well then those sorts of outfits I gleaned from Sarano will have to stay classified then. A true shame.
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Well you deserve someone(s?) you can touch proper.
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[ Only minutes later he's knocking on her door. Cobb had been out and about when the texting started and he thought it was fun, and that didn't turn out so well. He's essentially a boomer, okay, text arguments are not a thing he's doing. Cobb's in red, his signature color, a long-sleeved shirt with his scarf from home around his neck since it's something he likes to wear. Plus he's still cold half the time, Sarano ruined his progress on that.
He wouldn't say he's mad, since Cobb rarely gets mad outside of people who deserve it, but frustrated is probably the better word. He adores this woman but yeah, frustration's right. Since he wants to be able to touch her, he's always wearing gloves these days. He prefers the latex ones since he actually feels her skin when he does, but it probably looks real weird to everyone else. He just doesn't care. He thumps on her door. ]
I know yer in there, open the door.
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Tone just doesn't carry well through text. Though it's sure carrying something through his, and before she can collect herself enough to make herself scarce, Cobb's banging on the door.
She's not nearly as dressed as him, being in the comfort of her room she's not worrying about touching others on accident. Her gloves are tossed off on her bed and so are her leggings, boots discarded at the foot just below the other articles of clothing. She still has on socks and a hoodie as well as undergarments, a tank and panties, but otherwise she's lounged back with her legs extended out in front of her, a notebook and pen to her left and her phone in her hand still.]
It ain't locked. [She finally grumbles, her stance one of hesitant bullheadedness, as one who's been caught red-handed doing something she knows better about and another who's dug in her heels on the matter, uncertain if she needs to be ready to fight or apologize. She's preparing for both, even though he looks far too handsome for his own good in that getup.]
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We got to clear a few things up. Let me start with the obvious.
[ He knows what parts to shelf for now, but he won't forget them. Probably their lack of boundaries didn't help this situation, but Cobb's so easy-going he tends to just roll with things. He steps over to her, raising his eyebrows. ]
You had a ton of sex with a guy you married on Sarano, right? Are you tellin' me that our sex wasn't good or meaningful 'cause it wasn't penetrative like that? Here I thought the multiple orgasms weren't limitin' at all.
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Except it doesn't go where she figures he's going with that, and her mouth parts in surprise, hanging there and catching flies for a moment as her brow furrows.]
What? That ain't what ah said at all. [Least not the part about their sex being somehow less. She shakes her head fervently.] Ah mean yes, ah had sex without all the hoops, but that don't make what we did together any less.
[If anything, she has a deep appreciation for the efforts he took to be with her like they could. The orgasms were pretty great, too. She just still carries a guilt that he can't be with her like that, and it's that thought that causes a frown and her gaze to drop.]
Sometimes ah'm reminded of that... Alternate universe. [Because that's how Sarano feels to her now.] An' ah feel like ah'm bein' selfish now.
[He's a good man, and he deserves more than what she can offer him.]
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[Cobb smiles, easy as can be, arching an eyebrow at her. He comes over and sits down near her, reaching over to run his fingers up and down her calf. Comfortingly. He knows he threw her off and it was intentional; he's a very shrewd person underneath the warmth. It's not that he doesn't want to have sex with her. They both know that's something that they'd have if they could, but it's not the point. The point is he means it when he says it's enough, and he wants her to believe it to.]
Suppose now we'd best talk about the other part, now that's cleared.
[Cobb can be very direct and he's doing it now, looking right at her.]
We didn't make any ground rules about any of this, so be direct now sugah.
[He's teasing, reminding her it's the two of them. They aren't any different from before.]
Do you not want me sleepin' with other people? Are you alright as long as we don't talk about it? I'm not against a jealous streak, I just don't want us back here with you feeling bad.
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Except there are limitations. We literally ain't able to do specific things that you can with others. [That's the truth of it. Rogue's of the mind that they need to call a spade a spade.] An' just because us workin' within those limits feels amazin' doesn't mean that you an' ah can't want more with each other. [Or if he wants that more with others.
She watches him as he moves closer and joins her on the bed, warily considering what else he might trap her with now that he has her as a captive audience. Even through her frustration and apprehension, Rogue can't help but sigh at the warmth of his touch over her leg. Despite everything, it is comforting. His touch always brought a warmth to her.
There's a suspicious noise from her at the mention of the other part because she has a feeling he's about to again put her on the spot. Which, he absolutely does. There's no immediate response from her, and after a moment of searching his gaze for any hint at what he himself might want, she moves to set her phone down as an excuse to pull from his piercing eyes.
Honestly, Rogue wants to just say that no, she's not a big fan of sharing, but she's not ready to commit to anything that even remotely feels serious. Nor does she want to give up the other connection she's made on the ship. Saying she wants to have her cake, eat it too, then not let him have any cake but her own is unfair, and she knows that.]
An' what if ah don't usually know what ah want with this sort of thing until it hits me in the face? [It's not a lie.] Ah ain't real good at datin' an' ah got a jealous streak a mile wide even when it ain't my right to have one. Don't usually do casual because it's hard to trust someone enough to be physically intimate an' not get close.
[Basically she's a mess and he deserves someone who has their shit together. The mutant dares a peer up at him through waterfalls of curls, all while trying to keep the emotion from bleeding onto her features or worse, through the damn empathy bond.]
What 'bout you?
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[If she wants to force him to admit that much, he will, although he doesn't love it. Cobb's not fond of the idea of feeding into any of her insecurities, but he gets that there's a line between withholding and lying and it's thin when he's avoiding that part. He just can't stop thinking of her staring at that necklace, looking broken-hearted. To tell her that any part of what's between them isn't enough doesn't work for him.
Cobb's too old, basically, to waste energy on dancing around subjects. He's always been direct with her, outside of their light flirting. If they're going to keep hooking up, they've got to be adults about it, from his point of view. He should've probably thought of that sooner, but he was a little busy being sucked into the happy honeymoon part of being with someone new. He listens to her closely, like he always does, nodding as he takes it in.
There's a beat as he thinks about it before responding.]
Issa, my ex, is a Twi'lek. They're well known for being taken by slavers because they're beautiful and unique looking and used as dancers or whatever else their owners want. We met as slaves, when we were young.
[Issa's exact story is hers to tell, but that gives her a basis of a background for the woman he loved. And why maybe talking about boundaries and understanding her hesitation in trusting people is something he knows well. It might not be obvious why he's saying that, but he's coming around to it.]
We weren't always together together. We were loyal in the ways that mattered, but I was very serious about her always knowin' she had her freedom. So that's the way we lived our lives and it's why I don't have a jealous streak. I trust if someone wants to be with me, they'll be with me. And they don't got to give me more than that, unless they want to.
[So really, it's about confidence for him. It's not arrogance, it's a sort of self-acceptance. He knows who he is. She desires him, and so they've hooked up. He's not sitting here questioning it because it's wasted effort when he could be with her instead. Cobb reaches out to take her hand and brings it to his heart, holding it there, since he's being earnest.]
I'm not goin' anywhere. I could sleep with a dozen people, you could sleep with a dozen people, and it won't change that. You mean somethin' to me, Rogue.
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