[Holy shit. Holy fucking shit, she just had sex. She just had sex.
With John Allerdyce.
Wait. Wait, hold up. She just had sex with John Allerdyce and it was amazing. He's still on top of her, pushing hair out of her eyes. He looks so sweet, honestly. Handsome (which she'd never really use to describe him before) and caring.
But then he went and opened up his mouth and Rogue has to resist the urge to push him off of her. Because here's the thing: It was great. Really really great sex. He'd gotten her off. He'd kissed her. He'd left teeth and nail marks all over her pale skin. And he kind of just ruined it.
She blinked the daze from her eyes, pushing herself up slightly, using her elbows to support herself, opening her mouth to say something but-
No. No, he didn't. He didn't ruin anything. Because he knew exactly what they were both doing when she told him to kiss her. They'd gotten drunk on the beach (and it was far darker now, the sun having disappeared completely) and they were both angry with her cheating ex-boyfriend. Who'd given up on her for a girl he could touch.
Well. Guess who was touchable now?
They'd both gotten back at Bobby, in their own way. And honestly? Yeah. Yeah, she did feel better.
For now, anyway.]
If this is what you call better... [She's breathless, too, and almost wants to kiss him again. But that spell is broken.
Rogue reaches for the bottle of whiskey.] Yeah. Yeah, I kinda do.
[If she was going to hurt Bobby, she needed to own this.]
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Date: 2015-10-01 04:52 pm (UTC)With John Allerdyce.
Wait. Wait, hold up. She just had sex with John Allerdyce and it was amazing. He's still on top of her, pushing hair out of her eyes. He looks so sweet, honestly. Handsome (which she'd never really use to describe him before) and caring.
But then he went and opened up his mouth and Rogue has to resist the urge to push him off of her. Because here's the thing: It was great. Really really great sex. He'd gotten her off. He'd kissed her. He'd left teeth and nail marks all over her pale skin. And he kind of just ruined it.
She blinked the daze from her eyes, pushing herself up slightly, using her elbows to support herself, opening her mouth to say something but-
No. No, he didn't. He didn't ruin anything. Because he knew exactly what they were both doing when she told him to kiss her. They'd gotten drunk on the beach (and it was far darker now, the sun having disappeared completely) and they were both angry with her cheating ex-boyfriend. Who'd given up on her for a girl he could touch.
Well. Guess who was touchable now?
They'd both gotten back at Bobby, in their own way. And honestly? Yeah. Yeah, she did feel better.
For now, anyway.]
If this is what you call better... [She's breathless, too, and almost wants to kiss him again. But that spell is broken.
Rogue reaches for the bottle of whiskey.] Yeah. Yeah, I kinda do.
[If she was going to hurt Bobby, she needed to own this.]