<hr/><div class="floatleft">(http://i.imgur.com/Bu9Uiys.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Highlights - Heather Donald<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Her dorm room<br/><strong>Date/Time:</strong>Sept. 5th 2:00 am (night of the 4th)<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Rogue<br/><strong>Content:</strong>Heather sits on Rogue's bed and starts to send some very suggestive signals. While she flirts and basically propositions rouge, she thinks about if she's been keeping her roommate up too often. Even with her ability to give away energy like a battery in a matter of seconds, she's worried that she's wearing Rogue out. Narrative heavy post. Heather really just asks if Rogue wants her help.<br/><strong>wearing:</strong>pajamas (http://i.imgur.com/hl6MKBt.jpg)<br/><hr/><strong>“I know. I’m sorry.”</strong>Heather walked to the nightstand by her bed first, and set her sandwich down. She then safely stepped over to Rogue’s bed and leaned her right hip against it. Facing Rogue, she tugged at the pillow over the girl’s face.<strong>“Hey…” </strong>She was always playful, and as much as Rogue liked to be left on her own, as exposed as the southern belle was, Heather had learned how to be close to her without touching. She moved one of the soft sheets over Rogue’s leg and put her hand against her upper thigh, over the fabric of course.<br/><br/>Heather tugged at the pillow again<strong> "...Hey..." </strong>Rogue then asked the time. Heather didn’t want to say. Heather was feeling a little guilty, and she was not the type to let that slide. But she wasn't interested in trying to talk her way out, either. Heather planned on being so cute that Rogue couldn’t argue. But her roommate was being quite the sourpuss as she asked for the time. It didn’t matter to Heather, she would keep this up for as long as it seemed right.<br/><br/>It was strange in this dorm room. Heather could provide Rogue with energy by touching her for two seconds. They hadn’t dared to let Heather hold on for any longer. But, with that Rogue didn’t need sleep. Their chemistry was bizarre. Heather was always awake, always ready to do something fun, and her energy was quite literally contagious. Heather hadn’t been so close to anyone since she’d had her powers. She was starting to get the feeling that she was starting to drain Rogue of her energy, which was ironic at best.<br/><br/>As Rogue looked for the time, and then quickly gave up on the idea, Heather just watched her smiling. There were no lights on, but there was some fading in from the moonlight outside. She tried to change the subject,<strong> “you sound so foxy when you’re tired…” </strong><br/><br/>On top of everything else, all of the energy swapping, and the long nights together, sometimes in sequence; Rogue and Highlights had been experimenting. It was difficult to get as close as either of them wanted. And it was frustrating at times. Heather wanted Rogue to feel exalted and satisfied. She wanted more, and she felt guilty whenever she herself reached that peak level of satisfaction without Rogue at her side.<br/><br/><strong>“It’s late. I was excited for my sandwich. Is there anything I can do to... make it better?”</strong>She knew that there wasn’t anything specific that had worked yet. But, that didn’t stop the girl with the rainbow hair from trying. Her hand was starting to knead at Rogue’s leg through the sheet. Her other hand still had a hold of the silk, sliding it up Rogue’s belly as well.<strong>“I feel pretty bad…” </strong>That sentence didn't exactly sound like the words she used. She sounded thirsty. Heather's bedroom eyes were heavy on Rogue's gaze. A little squeak came out of her throat when she exhaled. Heather expressed her guilt in a funny way. It was healthier than repression anyway. She was hopeful, sorrowful, and apologetic as she pleaded with very little tension in her voice. She knew it wasn’t a life or death situation with her roommate, but she took it seriously anyway.<br/><br/>She’d yet to really hurt Rogue in a serious way, so her real pleas were still vacant from their relationship, whatever their relationship was. It was low stress, and cheerful, a bit strange, frustrating, and emotional. But it had been light and playful between them so far. It had been a conscious effort on Heather’s part. She felt something special for Rogue, something different than the others. There were twenty eight bracelets on Heather’s arm now. She’d been trying this technique out for almost a year, and she’d never gone more than 18 days. Her time with Rogue didn’t count because it was never sex. Not really, and even if it was, it would still never count. It wouldn’t have been random. It was different.