It's funny how sitting in a car can be so exhausting. It wasn't something you normally thought about, but Rogue had certainly begun to notice it as the days stretched on. Their brief stay in the warehouse had given them both a reprieve from life on the road, but they're both aware of how dangerous it would be to stay in one place too long.
She'd tried to stay awake, assuming they would stop somewhere and properly rest before continuing on in the morning, yet night had fallen and taken her with it. With the seat tilted back slightly, the miles passed while she slept, and before long the dreams set in. Like so many other nights, memory blended with fantasy, both borrowed from others and borne of her own mind. She was back at the mansion in her first year there, laughing and pretending life was normal. Bobby was there, laughing with her, attempting to be closer, to touch her... The dream blurred without her notice and suddenly he could touch her, his lips and hands on hers and so many other places.
Her heart rate increased slightly as she slept, the vibration of his engine helping to ease the dream along in a very pleasant direction. She shifted in the seat, lips parting as her breath quickened just a little, and then a little more. It was at a particularly climactic moment in the dream that she woke, her consciousness bobbing up to the surface and struggling to catch up to the real world. With the darkness and quiet around her, she didn't quite realize where was she, and then an uphill climb sent that vibration right through her so all she could do was sigh perhaps a bit too loudly and shift again in the seat.
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She'd tried to stay awake, assuming they would stop somewhere and properly rest before continuing on in the morning, yet night had fallen and taken her with it. With the seat tilted back slightly, the miles passed while she slept, and before long the dreams set in. Like so many other nights, memory blended with fantasy, both borrowed from others and borne of her own mind. She was back at the mansion in her first year there, laughing and pretending life was normal. Bobby was there, laughing with her, attempting to be closer, to touch her... The dream blurred without her notice and suddenly he could touch her, his lips and hands on hers and so many other places.
Her heart rate increased slightly as she slept, the vibration of his engine helping to ease the dream along in a very pleasant direction. She shifted in the seat, lips parting as her breath quickened just a little, and then a little more. It was at a particularly climactic moment in the dream that she woke, her consciousness bobbing up to the surface and struggling to catch up to the real world. With the darkness and quiet around her, she didn't quite realize where was she, and then an uphill climb sent that vibration right through her so all she could do was sigh perhaps a bit too loudly and shift again in the seat.