[He remembers that now, as his mouth reaches the scars. The event that chased her from the school the first time. Bobby's confusion, his fear, the horrible wait to find out if she was alright - but he shoves it down. Bobby may have set this in motion, but it's no time to be thinking about him. The waters don't need to be muddied any further.
He's so wrapped up in her mouth on him and the taste of her pale skin in his that he barely notices his pants being opened, until her hand is around him and he stops moving altogether; with a rasp on the edge of his voice, he gasps her name against her sternum, Rogue, and he can't play around anymore. She just took it far enough that he can't think of anything but being inside her, the first, beating Bobby (there he is again) to the punch even if it won't mean a thing to him anymore. They're both still wrapped up in a time when it would blindside him, and that's what they both want, aside from each other.
As good as her hand feels, he bats it out of the way for now to get his pants and underwear down, then get hers open and yank down her jeans; surprisingly, he's mindful of sand up the asscrack and how that could kind of ruin things, so he just shoves the crotch of her panties aside to slide his fingers between her folds and feel how wet she is. How tight, when he slides a finger in. Again, he wants this to be good, so he takes the time to rub his thumb over her clit as he slowly stretches and prepares her with one finger, then two. It's gonna hurt, but he can reduce the sting a little if he just... keeps... his patience...
... it's waning. Nearly gone. But he grits his teeth and keeps it up.]
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Date: 2015-09-29 06:24 pm (UTC)He's so wrapped up in her mouth on him and the taste of her pale skin in his that he barely notices his pants being opened, until her hand is around him and he stops moving altogether; with a rasp on the edge of his voice, he gasps her name against her sternum, Rogue, and he can't play around anymore. She just took it far enough that he can't think of anything but being inside her, the first, beating Bobby (there he is again) to the punch even if it won't mean a thing to him anymore. They're both still wrapped up in a time when it would blindside him, and that's what they both want, aside from each other.
As good as her hand feels, he bats it out of the way for now to get his pants and underwear down, then get hers open and yank down her jeans; surprisingly, he's mindful of sand up the asscrack and how that could kind of ruin things, so he just shoves the crotch of her panties aside to slide his fingers between her folds and feel how wet she is. How tight, when he slides a finger in. Again, he wants this to be good, so he takes the time to rub his thumb over her clit as he slowly stretches and prepares her with one finger, then two. It's gonna hurt, but he can reduce the sting a little if he just... keeps... his patience...
... it's waning. Nearly gone. But he grits his teeth and keeps it up.]