That hungry kiss was enthusiastically met and returned, her hands framing his face, moving to his hair, down to his shoulders. She couldn't stop touching him, and certainly couldn't keep her hands off him. She had a brief thought to be grateful for her own prescience to take a few days off from work - they weren't going to be keeping their clothes on for much of the time if the last few hours were any indication.

Rogue lifted her hips as instructed, pulling her skirt up and completely out of the way for him. Her legs were wrapped around him the second he was close enough again, urging him closer into place, her desperation coming through loud and clear in the way she tugged at him, gently but insistently.