[With her strength, it's better to err on the side of caution with normal humans, sturdy or not, though she'll most definitely explore this in the future if this becomes a repeated thing, and a part of her hopes it does without it being complicated. At least, she wants to touch and feel like this more often for many reasons, one being to backfill that loneliness in her bones. There are so man sensations made by skin against skin that just can't be replicated through a barrier, not exactly, which is why she's losing herself in a relative stranger.
He shifts them and her eyes brighten with a bit of delight as she feels the rock against her, a lopsided grin showing her approval even as her fingers slide through his hair, nails tracing random designs down to the nape of his neck. She'd been apt to catch his lips in hers again, but finds herself more than amenable to the mirrored course he's charting. He can likely feel the increase of her heart rate in her pulse through the skin of her neck, head canting to allow him more room to work. A groaning sort of growl rolling in her chest when he nips and uses his teeth, but she enjoys the soothing as well, her hand on his hip pulling him closer as she rocks back against him, pressing herself a little more into the rock in the meantime.
There's apprehension at his pause, suggestion with where his hands rest, and she can't help but shiver with heavy breath at the thought. How long had it been. Rogue leans back enough to catch his gaze, eyes questioning but not quite begging, and very much wanting.
She can't help but think of that cheesy travel phrase 'adventure awaits'.]
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He shifts them and her eyes brighten with a bit of delight as she feels the rock against her, a lopsided grin showing her approval even as her fingers slide through his hair, nails tracing random designs down to the nape of his neck. She'd been apt to catch his lips in hers again, but finds herself more than amenable to the mirrored course he's charting. He can likely feel the increase of her heart rate in her pulse through the skin of her neck, head canting to allow him more room to work. A groaning sort of growl rolling in her chest when he nips and uses his teeth, but she enjoys the soothing as well, her hand on his hip pulling him closer as she rocks back against him, pressing herself a little more into the rock in the meantime.
There's apprehension at his pause, suggestion with where his hands rest, and she can't help but shiver with heavy breath at the thought.
How long had it been. Rogue leans back enough to catch his gaze, eyes questioning but not quite begging, and very much wanting.
She can't help but think of that cheesy travel phrase 'adventure awaits'.]
Would you lie me to say the magic word?