Delicate little flower. Psh. If Rogue was anything, it was a steel magnolia, thank you very much - she might look delicate, but she was made of sterner stuff than that. (At least, she used to be.)
His comment about the shower made her chuckle quietly, because she knew exactly what he meant. She was sticky in various places and could do with some cleaning up herself, though she wasn't up for any shower shenanigans just yet. It was something she wanted, because it was yet another thing she'd never been able to experience, but she was definitely beginning to feel the effects of their activities. In fact, she could go for a hot bath right about then.
"You should eat," she reminded him, carefully leaning back to give him a smile. "Your food's getting to be room temperature." It was just sitting there waiting for him, like dinner had waited the night before. That was twice now that they'd distracted each other from food with sex.
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His comment about the shower made her chuckle quietly, because she knew exactly what he meant. She was sticky in various places and could do with some cleaning up herself, though she wasn't up for any shower shenanigans just yet. It was something she wanted, because it was yet another thing she'd never been able to experience, but she was definitely beginning to feel the effects of their activities. In fact, she could go for a hot bath right about then.
"You should eat," she reminded him, carefully leaning back to give him a smile. "Your food's getting to be room temperature." It was just sitting there waiting for him, like dinner had waited the night before. That was twice now that they'd distracted each other from food with sex.