@onlyathief sent PINNED (the first time they can properly touch... Tee hee)
Rogue often fantasized about the day she could finally touch another person without hurting them. The scenarios she thought up were full of emotion and long due hugs. More often than not though, they centered around a certain sultry Cajun. All that yearning and untouched desire did a lot to a gal, like making her more than a little impatient. Which was how Remy found his back pinned against the wall in an empty hallway, one of Rogue’s hands on his chest to keep him in place.
She was already breathing harder, her heart beating like a jackrabbit trying to escape the confines of her chest. All from want. All from waiting for a day that seemed like it would never come. Waiting for today. Rogue’s expression was heated, eyes like green fire that burned a trail along her boyfriend’s skin over all the places she longed to touch. But where first? As if this very thought had not haunted her for years.
Full lips pressed against Remy’s, a needy hum sounded in the back of her throat. This contentment didn’t last long though. The kiss deepened and instead of hands to pin Remy, Rogue pressed her body to his to trap him in place. She curved into him as if to allow gap was an offense. Not that he was exactly running. “These needed to be gone yesterday.” Rogue murmured against Remy’s mouth and tore her gloves off to allow soft hands to explore across hard muscles she’d never truly felt before. Her fingers twisted in his shirt, barely keeping from ripping the damn thing off him. Her hands found his hips instead. It was like the dang things hand minds of their own and couldn’t decide what part of him the wanted to hold most.
Another kiss, ravenous from being starved of contact so long. Remy tasted like spice, bad ideas that she couldn’t resist, and salt? No, that was her. Rogue broke the kiss and rubbed a bare palm across her damp cheeks. She hadn’t realized she was crying.
“Sorry, Sugar. It ain’t you. I just never thought this would happen for us.” Her hands cupped his face gently and she grinned at the feel of his warmth and stubble under her thumbs as she brushed his cheek.
