[Rogue's used to ending up in strange situations and appearing weird, but this is definitely a new one. Luckily, she's quick to adapt, though she definitely will need time to reflect and digest everything later. Until then, she's going to act on instinct and need now that her apology's been thoroughly accepted per her own personal standards.
While she's very much a swirl of heavy emotions, the mutant focuses on him and more pointedly, how his skin feels bare and warm against her own. Her eyes lid as his thumb brushes over that sensitive crook, a soft hum rumbling at the back of her throat as she tilts her head just enough to expose more neck, a silent invitation. Her own hand on his chest smooths up and she exhales slowly and with a bit more heaviness at his words, her mind wandering as her eyes blink closed, her own smirk nudging over her lips.]
As much as ah want, hm? [It sounds more like a promise than a question, and her eyes open to catch his, taking his measure. It's then she remembers the t-shirt's still in her hand and very much in the way of that, so she grips it and with less care that her body will touch his, both leans dangerously close to him and floats a bit higher so she can toss the cloth on the rock behind him.
Don't mind her taking the opportunity to trail those fingertips up along his neck to his jaw. It's been a while, and she's taking exploratory delight in the strong feel of him.] You have permission to touch me, too. If you'd like.
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While she's very much a swirl of heavy emotions, the mutant focuses on him and more pointedly, how his skin feels bare and warm against her own. Her eyes lid as his thumb brushes over that sensitive crook, a soft hum rumbling at the back of her throat as she tilts her head just enough to expose more neck, a silent invitation. Her own hand on his chest smooths up and she exhales slowly and with a bit more heaviness at his words, her mind wandering as her eyes blink closed, her own smirk nudging over her lips.]
As much as ah want, hm? [It sounds more like a promise than a question, and her eyes open to catch his, taking his measure. It's then she remembers the t-shirt's still in her hand and very much in the way of that, so she grips it and with less care that her body will touch his, both leans dangerously close to him and floats a bit higher so she can toss the cloth on the rock behind him.
Don't mind her taking the opportunity to trail those fingertips up along his neck to his jaw. It's been a while, and she's taking exploratory delight in the strong feel of him.] You have permission to touch me, too. If you'd like.