<hr/><div class="floatleft">(http://www.freeapplewallpapers.com/wp-content/uploads/2014/05/Eliza-Dushku.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Rogue<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Rogue/Highlights 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>Rogue is starting to realize it's hard to tell Heather "no."<br/><strong>wearing:</strong>See image.<br/><hr/><br/>Rogue was never sure what was truly going on with Heather. She had no idea that the rainbow-haired girl consider her to be her girlfriend. She had no idea the effect she had on the nymphomaniac. What she did know was how it felt when the girl turned her attentions onto her. How unless it was said forcefully, "no" was never an answer. And that night she certainly wasn't being forceful, despite all of her delays and thoughts that this had to stop. She should have known by now that playing hard to get only pulled Heather in closer. That being untouchable made the girl crave touching her all the more. This game of theirs really had to stop...Heather probably didn't even truly want her--she was just driven by her insatiable thirst.<br/><br/>Then Heather's hand trailed up her body, taking the sheet up with her, the silk brushing over Rogue's skin under her roommate's touch. That was enough to make her shiver, and gasp softly. This was her last chance to say no, and she knew that. Her mouth even opened to start the breath to end things, when that hand cupped over her full, firm breast. The Southern belle gasped, words leaving her, one hand tightening over Heather's, on her thigh, the other taking a firm grip on the bed sheets. Perhaps it was because she was so deprived of physical stimuli that when it was given to her...it felt so much better than it should have.<br/><br/>"Too bad Ah...Ah hurt you when Ah recharge..." she whispered out, but even then her tone was just breathy and sensuous. She couldn't stop from sounding like a temptress in that moment if she had wanted to. Heather was only upping the ante, though. The breath on her ear made her shiver, and the Southern belle  bit her bottom lip, a soft, almost inaudible moan passing her lips as the girl's hand stayed on her breast. "Heather...We...Ah..."<br/><br/>She couldn't finish her protests. Her body felt hot, as her thighs pressed together, rubbing together. Heather moved as if she hadn't heard her, or didn't care, and it was probably the slowest she had ever seen her move. Her eyes were locked on her roommate's nimble, lithe body as she got on her knees. She shivered as the cold air met her hot skin as the sheet was pulled from around upper body, and she whimpered in protest as touch left her breast.<br/><br/>Heather nudged her legs open, sliding in between them...<br/><br/>"Dammit Heather..." she breathed out, her voice heavy, green eyes locked down on the girl between her legs, "Y'look to good on your knees..." It was something she had inherited from Mystique. A bit of a domineering streak, a fire when her confidence was with her. And it was hard to not have some confidence, with the way Heather looked at her in these moments. How she treated her, as if she was the only person in the world...She shivered at hearing the girl moan. This felt different than their past nights of experimentation. Of careful, harmless play. There was a larger tension in the room...Heather had never called her"baby" before. But there was no going back now, Rogue needed to feel<em>something</em>, even if just briefly.<br/><br/>"Please..." she gasped out, biting her bottom lip, trying so hard not to squirm, "Only a few seconds...Wake me up, but don't get hurt..."