It had been a long day, and while part of Rogue wanted nothing more than to snuggle into the blankets and sleep for a week, it didn't hold a candle to the need she felt to be close to him. There was no telling what the situation with the ship would mean for her, for them, and she didn't want to waste the time they had together when that uncertainty was weighing so heavily on her thoughts.

She let a quiet moan slip out as she tilted her head to give him better access to her throat. One of her hands slid up into his hair, the thin braids still a little damp against her fingers.