<hr/><div class="floatleft">(http://i.imgur.com/mPBjarJ.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Highlights - Heather Donald (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=261894.msg12949159#msg12949159)<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 - CLOSED -<br/><strong>Content:</strong>Heather starts to make some more serious moves, and some more illicit suggestions<br/><strong>wearing:</strong>pajamas (http://i.imgur.com/hl6MKBt.jpg)<br/><strong>Continued From:</strong>Dorm room scene (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=262267.msg12973382#msg12973382)<br/><hr/>At first Rogue humored Heather about school. She nodded along,<strong>“I know…”</strong>A whole year of school at this point in her life felt like hell. It boggled her mind that she still didn’t know everything yet. The big questions in the world never really came to Heather’s mind. The fact that no one person could ever really know everything didn’t actually make sense to her. She saw required classes, and that was the limits of her world knowledge. And,<em> ‘goddamnit, that is so hard.’ </em>High Schoolers often referred to Heather’s condition as senioritis, but she’d had this condition her whole life. School didn’t work with her. She wasn’t wired that way.<br/><br/>Heather let the moment pass, she didn’t really want to talk about school. But her mind kept scratching at her.<br/><br/><em>‘I won’t pass though, not really…’</em>She was supposed to be studying now, the only problem was that studying didn’t really work either. It helped if she wrote down the facts a little. But, in order for her to actually form long term memories, it had to involve that personal conversation that real schools weren’t modeled around.<em>‘Well, I can. I just…’</em>She stared across the room at her homework on the bed.<em>‘It’s hard.’</em><br/><br/>Rogue mentioned the Danger room as well. Heather thought about her power for a moment. She wished sometimes that she could defend herself. She was basically a porcelain doll in this world. One random mistake from like eighty percent of the students, and Heather was history. It made her feel weak sometimes. But she knew she didn’t have to live with the burden of a great power. She was just a sexy girl with extra super sex powers.<br/><br/>As Heather catalogued her sex powers again, still sometimes in disbelief of her bodies new capabilities, Rogue asked about what they could possibly do together for the next few hours. These two had gotten pretty steamy in this room before. And since Heather basically considered Rogue her significant other at this point, their special time together didn’t remove the bracelets from her wrist. And every, when she added another one when she and Rogue were getting ready for school was a proud moment of trust. So far, no one had come down on them for being romantic together even though they were living in the same room. Sometimes, Heather worried that some of the telepaths in school knew what was going on, and that people were listening. But she wasn’t worried about her reputation. She was worried about her privacy. In the end, she didn’t let it bug her, and when she wanted to be close to her special lady, she didn’t stop herself by thinking of other people, even if those people could be inside of her head and experiencing it with her.<br/><br/><strong>“Well…” </strong>Heather looked at her secret girlfriend and then back at her books.<strong>“I’m supposed to study, you can help me, if it was sexy I might remember more of the details." </strong>A movie Heather watched in her childhood came to her memory, some Adam Sandler movie. She didn’t remember the title, but she remembered the scene.<strong>“Like a stripping tutor. Or…” </strong>Heather looked back at Rogue.<strong> “We could try and have some fun. I know you like to sleep.”</strong>Heather’s hand was rubbing against Rogue’s side. She hadn’t seen the jelly land on Rogue’s chest, but she couldn’t stop staring now.<strong>“If I’m honest.”</strong>Her voice was growing breathy and her lip was trapped between her teeth.<strong> “I forget why people like to do that…”</strong>Heather hated sleeping more than school.<br/>