Knock Out has eighteen years of sexual frustration working in his favor — he could have no talent whatsoever in this area and still have her all hot and bothered in ten seconds flat. The fact that he is, apparently, quite talented... Well, Rogue is more than ready to let him play her body like a fiddle.

It's pure trust again that lets him remove her shirt, revealing the long strips of scarring along her back and the tattoo on her inside left arm. Secrets she'd kept hidden from almost everyone on the Porter world, not wanting to burden others with her pain. But this is Knock Out; he's seen her at her best and very nearly her worst now, so there's not an ounce of shame or hesitation as he sees her properly.

"Touch me," she replies without thought, her voice a bit raspy and full of unabashed desire. She can feel the vibration of his engine growing stronger and just the memory of what he's capable of makes her decide to go full speed ahead. Letting go of him for just a few moments, she reaches behind her back to quickly unclasp her bra, shrugging it off to wherever her shirt had gone. "Please, keep touching me. It's been so long since anyone touched my skin without it hurting."

Whether she means without it hurting her or them...