<hr/><div class="floatleft">(http://i.imgur.com/mfs9DGd.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Salem Summers | “Cyclops”<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Tennis Court<br/><strong>Date/Time:</strong>Sept. 3rd, 4:50 pm<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Rogue<br/><strong>Content:</strong>First, she has an attack of the mental. Then, Salem gets real, and makes her feelings much less transparent.<br/><strong>wearing:</strong>Autumn Tennis Clothes (http://i.imgur.com/XrBXtHZ.jpg) --  No more sweater though, this Tank Top is underneath (http://i.imgur.com/g9wXhu3.jpg)<br/><hr/>The right words were always hard for Salem to find. She could get close, but she had too many words to make up for most of the time. She was learning slowly, but making leaps and bounds with this conversation alone, and lately.<em>‘I think I’m starting to figure out this social thing.’</em>Salem had a moment of clarity, and as her heart rate lowered, she started to think more about what had just happened.<em>‘Oh, that was so sexy.’ - ‘Best game of tennis ever, but…’ - ‘I really said some rudeness.’ - ‘Most of that was competition.’ - ‘I think.’ - ‘I mean, I am like… there.’</em>Salem could feel a soft slickness between her legs, in the very center of her body, and little aches.<em> ‘It was the spanking though. I’m wet because of the spanking.’ - ‘Fourteen of them,’ - ‘Jesus, Salem pull it together’ - ‘snap out of it,’ - ‘Wake up with her next to you, so warm I bet.’ - ‘You can’t touch her, Salem.’ </em>Her face showed no outward expression to clue into her thoughts, mostly because she wasn’t feeling this, the conflict was happening naturally, and only a second or two had ticked by. The hurricane of logic wasn’t over.<br/><br/>She continued as she sat in the space between proposal and reaction.<em>‘What is a date?’ - ‘I can’t date, I don’t do it. Neither of us can leave this mansion.’ - ‘There’s always the bar, but good fuck, girl, how stupid are you?’ - ‘It’s not fair to just “practice” with the girl who can’t ever touch someone.’ - ‘It’s so one sided, how could you let it get here?’ - ‘She’s sexy. She spanked me when she knew I liked it.’ - ‘I open up just a bit and I immediately wreck a friendship.’ - ‘Did I?’ - ‘Can I salvage this?’ - ‘I have to try.’ - ‘listen....’</em><br/><br/>The last thought was both a reminder and a starting point. She reminded herself to listen to Rogue when Rogue was speaking. It was also the first word of the next thing she was going to say. Salem had been very bad at this particular part of being social. When things got complicated, and she needed to be the most aware, she was often lost in her own head and missing important context clues and sentences from the person she was trying to connect with.<br/><br/>With Rogue, on that tennis court, she managed to pick up on what was happening before it was too late. About seven seconds had passed while her mind lit up with ideas and inner turmoil.<br/><br/>Salem hadn’t actually been listening to the words when she heard them, but she replayed them in her head and applied the feeling that Rogue was giving off,<em>‘uncertainty, concern, some regret?’ - ‘Oh, duh.’</em><br/><br/>Just as Salem was about to respond, a smile crept over her lips as Rogue threatened to spank her if she didn’t give her an answer. Salem tried to put it all in perspective. Her mind reached out in a few different directions to pull in the information she needed all at once. She couldn’t get enough of Rogue’s body. It was strange. She appreciated Rogue’s sexuality in an entirely different way than how she looked at a man like Bishop or Piotr. It was just that, appreciation. Salem didn’t know much about sex. But she knew how her mind worked. Men weren’t pretty, they weren’t graceful or kind. They knew what they wanted, and sometimes they wanted Salem.<em>‘At least, I think they do.’</em>She still hadn’t been proved right on that one yet.<br/><br/>With Rogue, the sexuality was different, it was more pure. She saw something divine, and the thought of touching her, or seeing her naked was truly erotic in a way she couldn’t fathom before.<br/><br/>Salem took a couple steps toward Rogue with her racket in her hand. ‘I know exactly what to say.’ The red tinted mutant might have been wrong, but she felt like she understood what was going on here, and she knew Rogue to personally to let it go any further down the wrong path.<strong> “Listen,” </strong>As she started, the handle of her racket poked Rogue in the shoulder playfully, the way a slight shove might stir up a feeling of connection.<strong>“I know that we can’t like… touch each other. And,-” </strong>Her lips squished together and curled in a few directions as she focused.<em>‘Crap, I thought I had this phrased already.’</em>She was close, her thoughts gathered and she picked up where she left off<strong>“I understand. I haven’t made eye contact with anyone in like 7 years. It’s not the same.”</strong>Her head shifted to the left, and she seemed to absorb the reality that Rogue’s handicap was much worse than her own.<strong>“Trust me, I know it’s not the same. But, I think I really like you.” </strong><br/><br/>She was more sure of herself than that.<strong> “Rogue, I really like you.”</strong>She smiled and looked down at the ground in embarrassment before looking back up. That was an eye contact tick, even with the visor, she averted her eyes to hide from the admission like a teenager. Salem continued with a tone that said she was explaining a bit too in depthly on purpose, and that she was leading to an uplifting conclusion.<strong>“And I don’t wanna rush things, ‘cause we’re really good friends. But…”</strong>She lifted her chin to create a bit of a theatrical sarcasm, “where there’s a will, there’s a way.” She nodded to conclude it.<strong>“We could try stuff.”</strong>She was over explaining at this point, but she wanted to make herself clear. There had been a lot on her mind, and she was elated from the sensation of victory. It was too easy to make sense of everything at that moment, and it might not have later on.<br/><br/><strong>“I want to take you out…”</strong>Her mind flashed to them sitting on a blanket on the grounds for a picnic in front of the school, and she laughed out loud.<strong> “I mean, I want to drink with you at the bar, and pretend that it’s out.” - “Doesn’t change how I feel though.”</strong><br/><br/>Something clicked in Salem there. She’d never done that. It was incredibly empowering. Men made her too passive. She wanted them to come after her. With Rogue, her friend, it was easier to talk to her about her feelings. It was exciting.<em>‘I need to be friends with them first?’ - ‘Huh. Is that what I’m getting wrong?’ </em>She wasn’t sure, but the thoughts were so fast, they had formed a memory before she could think them.<br/><br/><strong>“What do you say we try something sort of weird…” </strong>That was not a question at all, it was a lead in,<strong> “...Tomorrow night? Like ten o’clock? No dress code…?”</strong>She seemed to be the most excited for that last bit.