Rogue took a deep breath and leaned forward, lifting her hands and slowly removing her gloves. She flexed her fingers, stared at her own right palm for a few seconds, and then held her hand out to him.

"I turned it off," she told him, feeling like she was in a bit of a daze. "Touch me again. Please." She had to see if it still worked. She felt like it would, but she had to be certain.

If and when he touched her, there would be nothing but her skin on his. No powers, just her usual warmth.