[No one ever considered it. What if it had been their powers working against them, to keep them from being a normal teenager. People like John, they could pretend. People like Rogue, she was stuck muttering about a skin condition to keep her from touching anyone, watching people hold hands and bump into each other like it was no big deal.
If Rogue bumped into someone accidentally, they could die.
But John wasn't going to die here. He wasn't filling her head with his thoughts, but rather, she was filling her head with thoughts of him and the way he's taking control. She lets herself fall back against the sand, holding John to her as she does. This is John- she would never have been doing this with him back at the school, powers or no. But this was different. This felt good, it felt right.
She tilts her hips up against his, her thumb stroking his cheek. As she does so, she bites down on his lower lip just a little, feeling a surge of emotions she's not sure on running through her veins, mixing with the heat and anger.]
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Date: 2015-09-29 05:23 pm (UTC)If Rogue bumped into someone accidentally, they could die.
But John wasn't going to die here. He wasn't filling her head with his thoughts, but rather, she was filling her head with thoughts of him and the way he's taking control. She lets herself fall back against the sand, holding John to her as she does. This is John- she would never have been doing this with him back at the school, powers or no. But this was different. This felt good, it felt right.
She tilts her hips up against his, her thumb stroking his cheek. As she does so, she bites down on his lower lip just a little, feeling a surge of emotions she's not sure on running through her veins, mixing with the heat and anger.]