<hr/><div class="floatright">(http://www.sportshdwallpapers.com/download/actress-eliza-dushku-performing_1920x1080_615-hd.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Rogue<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Tennis Court<br/><strong>Date/Time:</strong>Sept. 3rd, 7:00 pm<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Salem Summers | Cyclops<br/><strong>Content:</strong>Maybe things won't be so bad?<br/><hr/><br/>The moment waiting for Salem's answer seem to drag on. And on. And on...Rogue was starting to wonder if time was actually freezing as she waited. Her stomach felt tilt with anxiousness and worry. She told herself that this wouldn't ruin their friendship. As slight as it was, it was one of the few friendships she really had these two years at the school. Heather was something, and another source of odd, conflicted tension. Salem, of course, her sports buddy. Her very sexy sports buddy. Camelia, of course...There weren't many others outside of those three she would call a legitimate friend. She didn't want to lose one of those bonds because of a game she had let go too far.<br/><br/>But how could she keep it? If Salem said no, now...What would that mean? She had started this. Built it up and encouraged it. It had just been supposed to be teasing, but, somewhere it had turned into more. Being able to bother the girl as much as she had with just a few firm slaps to her rear...The interest Salem seemed to show back, despite knowing they could never actually do anything...<br/><br/>She was a woman, though. Could Salem really be into this? The straight-laced girl, talking about wanting the older X-Men, settling for a girl she can't touch...<br/><br/>"You...do?" Rogue questioned on hearing Salem say she liked her. And not just say it, but repeat it. Her tired body was jostled by the push of the tennis racket, shaken from the downward spiral her thoughts were taking her on. She blinked, for a moment not believing what she heard, before a grin crossed her face. The vulnerability was still there, but the tension was largely fading away. The odds of this ending well were slim, but she didn't know Salem to be the lying type. The girl meant what she said. And that was new for Rogue. No one before had really been so willing to make an attempt at doing anything for her. Not while acknowledging her curse. "Admit it...You jus' want drink with an X-Man..."<br/><br/>Her tone was teasing, but she nodded to the girl. The plan she was proposing sounded good. Trying something, drinks...Why not? Worst case they just had a silly night and stayed friends, right? That was what Rogue told herself anyway. It was odd. Heather had been rather affectionate, clingy lately. Now Salem was taking a chance...<br/><br/>"Weird? Now...Just how weird can Ms. Straight-Laced Summer be, Ah wonder?' Rogue teased her, but gripped, stepping a bit closer. "Lookin' forward to findin' out...See ya at ten, tomorrow then. Don't keep a gal waitin'..." She put her Southern drawl to best effect, voice sultry and low, as she stepped in close. Before Salem could say anything, Rogue brought a hand up, covering her mouth. Leaning in, she moved her hand to brush the girl's cheek, and pressed her lips to the back of the glove over Salem's cheek. Giving her cheek a light 'tap tap' then, Rogue walked past her to start heading back to the mansion.<br/><br/>...With one last slap to the girl's ass as she passed. But waiting for tomorrow, now, was going to feel like an eternity...