[The terrible truth of the matter is that those lines wouldn't even close to ruin the mood. Rogue keenly adores cheesy phrases and puns, with a soft spot about a mile wide for goofy behavior during serious moments, and he'd probably actually earn points for the groan worthy wit. So many strange things have happened during similar moods that being able to laugh it off and roll with the situation's a well earned skill.
He lifts her, and she doesn't do a damn thing to help him with her powers, save to give her a softer landing on the rock. It's her ass, after all. She shivers as the afternoon breeze sweeps against her wet body, gooseflesh prickling over her skin as her nipples followed thereafter. Her hands momentarily settle atop his shoulders as her ankles loosely hook around him to nudge him closer, a redundant motion sure, but it's something she's able to do bare-legged and wet. The exploratory touch earns soft sighs and hums of approval at the heat of his strong hands against her skin.
There's a wicked smile at his words, and her hands smooth up to momentarily press against the nook of his neck and his jaw on either side, stealing what she expects to be the last opportunity for a kiss for a hot while, dragging her teeth along his lower lip as she releases him to work his magic and hopefully do a bit of damage. The thought of teasing and permissions is stowed away for later, though.
One hand moves to the back of his neck while the other rests on his shoulder as she relaxes to enjoy the feel of hot lips against the curves of her skin, a sensation she hasn't felt in ages. Her body reacts accordingly, sensitive to his treatment and moving into his touch, her back arching and low noises escaping her parted lips. It jerks when he brings heat to her breast, particularly her nipple, a gasp merging with a soft chuckle of amusement at her expense.]
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He lifts her, and she doesn't do a damn thing to help him with her powers, save to give her a softer landing on the rock. It's her ass, after all. She shivers as the afternoon breeze sweeps against her wet body, gooseflesh prickling over her skin as her nipples followed thereafter. Her hands momentarily settle atop his shoulders as her ankles loosely hook around him to nudge him closer, a redundant motion sure, but it's something she's able to do bare-legged and wet. The exploratory touch earns soft sighs and hums of approval at the heat of his strong hands against her skin.
There's a wicked smile at his words, and her hands smooth up to momentarily press against the nook of his neck and his jaw on either side, stealing what she expects to be the last opportunity for a kiss for a hot while, dragging her teeth along his lower lip as she releases him to work his magic and hopefully do a bit of damage. The thought of teasing and permissions is stowed away for later, though.
One hand moves to the back of his neck while the other rests on his shoulder as she relaxes to enjoy the feel of hot lips against the curves of her skin, a sensation she hasn't felt in ages. Her body reacts accordingly, sensitive to his treatment and moving into his touch, her back arching and low noises escaping her parted lips. It jerks when he brings heat to her breast, particularly her nipple, a gasp merging with a soft chuckle of amusement at her expense.]